That’s how I feel right now. There’s the rest of the world and then there’s me. I don’t feel connected to the world. I understand why people go and live in the woods and have no contact with anyone. I envy them. I didn’t use to but the lately I feel that there really is no place in this world for me. I am an outcast. It makes me sad.
I don’t hate the world but I definently don’t understand it . Some one can live till 100 years old even though they smoke and drink regularly but a tee total non-smoker can be struck down with a terminal illness at 25.
Small talk bores me. Social drama bores me. I want to find something interesting but I am bored most of the time. I want life to be interesting
I feel you on this. Its hard to maintain and care about being a part of my relationships and my school work right now. I just want to *want* to be excited about things again, to *want* to be involved. I’m hoping that a change in medication will help but its taking forever to get looked at.