Korrupt
Banned
I'm 26 and I have a good, low-stress job with great coworkers, but I'm exhausted every day and it's not fulfilling at all. It's like a chore I have to lose sleep to get up to do everyday--and I'm only making 44k/year. I've been so tired every day this week... So tired I can barely function--so tired I just want to f*cking cry. If you never feel like this you won't understand, but those who've been through it know... Being exhausted every single day is torture. It's horrible. It makes you want to die.
I just don't sleep well when I have to get up early. Never have and it's obvious I never will. But it's f*cking killing me. This constant exhaustion during the week results in me being unhappy and all around depressed all the time. Being tired and depressed like this consequently ruins my interactions with women. If they flake, ignore me, or bullsh!t in any way I can't stand it and end up telling them off. I mean, they deserve to be called pieces of sh!t because they are, but it's not going to get me laid. Then when this happens it disappoints and depresses me further, and everything gets even worse. Then I wake up for work the next day feeling like I haven't slept for a week and I feel even f*cking worse.
I feel like I'm living just to live, and I'm not even doing that right. I almost feel like I'm already dead. My best friends and I talk once a week at most, whereas we used to talk and game together all the time and laugh our asses off while doing it, which was a huge source of happiness for me. I've also never liked going out and never do, and don't have anyone to go out with anyways. I mean, I have nothing to look forward to except NOT going to work on the weekends. And I feel bad because I'm extremely close to my parents and they're the absolute most important people in my life, but they can't help me (I don't show them this side).
Chasing pvssy is literally my biggest goal in life. I feel like it's the only thing that gives me even temporary happiness anymore, and I can't even get laid. I don't know what the f*ck to do. I know I have a great f'ing life and if I showed you guys pics of me your jaws would drop that the guy in the pics is writing this ridiculously depressing post. It's like when a super rich sports star or famous celebrity kills themselves--it doesn't make sense, but it happens. I just want to be happy for f*cks sake. I HATE that all my happiness lies in women. I truly wish I could "switch" on and off my sex drive, because I think I'd be happier.
I just don't sleep well when I have to get up early. Never have and it's obvious I never will. But it's f*cking killing me. This constant exhaustion during the week results in me being unhappy and all around depressed all the time. Being tired and depressed like this consequently ruins my interactions with women. If they flake, ignore me, or bullsh!t in any way I can't stand it and end up telling them off. I mean, they deserve to be called pieces of sh!t because they are, but it's not going to get me laid. Then when this happens it disappoints and depresses me further, and everything gets even worse. Then I wake up for work the next day feeling like I haven't slept for a week and I feel even f*cking worse.
I feel like I'm living just to live, and I'm not even doing that right. I almost feel like I'm already dead. My best friends and I talk once a week at most, whereas we used to talk and game together all the time and laugh our asses off while doing it, which was a huge source of happiness for me. I've also never liked going out and never do, and don't have anyone to go out with anyways. I mean, I have nothing to look forward to except NOT going to work on the weekends. And I feel bad because I'm extremely close to my parents and they're the absolute most important people in my life, but they can't help me (I don't show them this side).
Chasing pvssy is literally my biggest goal in life. I feel like it's the only thing that gives me even temporary happiness anymore, and I can't even get laid. I don't know what the f*ck to do. I know I have a great f'ing life and if I showed you guys pics of me your jaws would drop that the guy in the pics is writing this ridiculously depressing post. It's like when a super rich sports star or famous celebrity kills themselves--it doesn't make sense, but it happens. I just want to be happy for f*cks sake. I HATE that all my happiness lies in women. I truly wish I could "switch" on and off my sex drive, because I think I'd be happier.