The thing that keeps me going back inside my head where all the nice, ideal people and situations live are the overwhelming depressive, bored, joyless, unfulfilled, disappointed with life, anxious, borderline crazy feelings I constantly get. Like I just want to be alone and sulk and think and feel hopeless-- nobody wants me, nobody cares, why me *tear*. Daydreaming eases this feeling so I do it instead. Then I get on with my life and then... its like a temporary fix cause the feelings resurface sooner rather than later. I don't find joy in life where I should (I don't even feel as if my laughter is genuine, cause I know I am not truly happy) and I don't feel loved-- even if it's not true that I am not loved, I don't feel loved. Cause I figure if someone really cared then they would have taken notice by now and would have tried to help. I try to motivate myself to get better but it is so difficult and I always revert to what's familiar. Its the feelings that get me going, I know it. The feeling of listening to music, of being alone in a room, of being bored with everyday, the feeling of what I could be (in my imagination). People seem so shallow to me and I often find myself thinking when I see outgoing, happy, and content people that they have no idea what can become of them given the right conditions. They could be like me tomorrow (well, maybe not tomorrow). I know I shouldn't think that but it is kind of true. It all seems so artificial and fleeting--happiness. I think that it is a coping mechanism. But to be truthful, I would rather this than suicidal thoughts or some drug or alcohol addiction. Some people have both problems, I feel for those who do. I can only imagine.
Sorry for the depressive sentiments, just having one of those moments. It'll pass. It always does. If not I know how to make em pass...