I really don't know how I'm still alive. I am unable relate to anyone real or fictional. I do not feel any attachment to anyone in this world, and I am unable to receive or give affection to any human. I have friends, but I don't feel anything for them and can't manage to believe they do either. The same goes for my family. I can I can't have a pet due to my mother being allergic, even though I believe it would vastly help me learn how to bond.
In social situations I don't go up to talk to anyone, out of a belief that I'm not an interesting or worthwhile person to talk to. But I do easily open up to anyone who takes initiative in talking to me, unfortunately nobody ever does, strengthening my belief in being unlikeable.
I have always been told I'm different, like an outsider or foreigner. I feel like other people are all living in a distant world, together and friendly, with me on the outside, ignored.
I have little to live for, reality gives me nothing but pain. I guess I cope by dreaming, by fantasizing, by exploring the surreal world in my mind. At least there even my worst nightmares are my friends.
Oh, what I would do to be able to reach out to someone.
And that is my terrible depressive episode signing off :/