So I'm pretty much at the stage now where depression has given way to anger at the way I've been treated by people I thought my mates, determination to give the doubters a big middle finger, and a desire to just....flip the table I guess. When the food is all rotten it's time for a fresh spread, right? Of course, it sounds far easier than it really is. You begin to wonder if you're just overreacting, that you're not being treated as an emergency friend then cast aside at a moments notice to go hang with people who you know don't like you and really do go out of their way to not acknowledge you're alive despite knowing you for decades. Whether it be a real life gathering or an online gaming sesh, that invitation to join in ain't coming so don't look for it. And before you ask, yes these are old high school friends, and I'm pushing 30. I've often heard it said that the oldest bridges are the ones most worth burning, but when you're down to your last bridge, it starts to feel like a lonely island.
I'm down to 1 "friend" at the moment Era, and that might be about to become zero. I would just rather be slapped around by unemotional people and told I'm being irrational rather than leap into something that for me frankly is a big deal. I'm planning to just throw myself into something new and, for someone with anxiety, nerve-wracking (University) in the vein hope that maybe I can find something new and something better because to be frank, right now my social life seems to be rancid.
I'm down to 1 "friend" at the moment Era, and that might be about to become zero. I would just rather be slapped around by unemotional people and told I'm being irrational rather than leap into something that for me frankly is a big deal. I'm planning to just throw myself into something new and, for someone with anxiety, nerve-wracking (University) in the vein hope that maybe I can find something new and something better because to be frank, right now my social life seems to be rancid.
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