I feel like I'm' slowly drift away bit by bit. Each layer of life slowly peeling away revealing what pathetic truth lies beneath it. I recently pushed away my best friend and a few of my other close friends are moving away with their famiilies. I have nothing to look forward in life. My social life is spending countless weekend evenings watching tv. I often wonder about the various ways I could end this turmoil. I have no emotionally support whatsoever at home. My best friend is a narcissistic sexual deviant pig who I cannot share my feelings with. The only thing I have to look forward to is work which is overrated considering I'm clearly overpaid for the simple tasks I do and even that is starting to lose its appeal. I thought I could bury myself in materialistic goods, but truth be told, it cannot; money cannot buy happiness. I have yet to engage into a full relationship with another being. Ironically, the very thing that propels me to engage into a relationship is also pushing me away from social interaction for fear of rejection. My mother has OCD as well as a family history of retardation; perhaps I have it, too which would explain why I'm so alienated away from family and friends. I once felt important guiding the very mutual acquiantances I had that trusted me with intimate details about their relationships, but that is no longer is the case. I think I'm in the wrong field; studying psychology when I clearly am suffering from major depression among other things. I feel that nobody truly understands me. I'm not even quite sure why I even googled this site and started blogging. Maybe this will do me some good until I take the final plunge. Pun intended (Nestea).