I torture myself by going out
It’s just what I do. I’m terribly antisocial, I should say, so terribly that I haven’t been able to make any friends in this new city in 3 years. Not one. I’m currently taking a gap year, and I don’t have a job either, so as you can guess, I don’t have much to do. I used to absolutely love that, it was just what I wanted, but lately it’s been getting really depressing. So I’ve been going out to malls and restaurants by myself, and I absolutely hate it, much much more than I hate sitting around and doing nothing at home. I just feel awkward, like everyone’s whispering things like “what a sad girl” to each other, since I’m almost always the only one by that’s on their own, mostly at restaurants and stores like Ikea where there are mostly couples and families. I know most people with social anxiety feel that way, and I know it’s not true, but I can’t help it at the moment. But I go out multiple times a week, it’s become a task in my mind. I know I’ll have a terrible time and end up buying shit I don’t need, but I feel guilty for staying home and I end up doing it.
Whatever, I don’t know why I’m writing this on here, I just need someone to hear my thoughts, I think. I have absolutely no one.