I want to start by telling you briefly about my childhood. I was home schooled, got into a college when I was 15, spent a couple of years there until I finally learned that I am simply not built for English literature. I dropped out, and at the age of 18, I got into another college. I am a sophomore right now, currently studying psychology.
Due to my childhood, I never got around making friends. All of my social interactions were strictly academic or formal. I am a shy person while at that. So I ended up hiding behind a facade, a twisted bravado made of cocky attitude. Didn't take too much time for me to actually end up being a rude and cocky person.
Point is, I really never knew how to be anyone's friend. My entire childhood and puberty was just learning to function as an effective tool of the society. It all started spiralling down, I ended up being severly depressed, and I still am. I felt disturbed, agitated, isolated, and I felt so... alone. I started harboring strongly negative opinions about the world, and about myself. I started hating everyone including myself. I guess my attitude up to this point was basically 'people hate me, so I hate them back.' Concordantly, even my grades became miserable. I had no motivation to invest my effort in anything at all.
I used to think that there is no point in persuing happiness. Then I started to think that everything is so hallow; there is no purpose in a lot of things, we are nothing but just overrated primates who happen to have discovered how to make tools. But now I think that that is the point; The entirety of life is to be happy, and to make people around us happy. There is no higher purpose, no greater cause, only us. Then again, I am so painfully isolated. Even within a crowd, I am alone. If that is the entire point, is there a reason why I need to exist? Can I be here? What is the point of it all if you are even denied of the very reason why we live?
Recently, I've come to a realization. No one is responsible for this, no one but me. I chose to walk this path. I am the one who is responsible. Of course, my personality and how I am is clearly shaped by the world and very much so. But I am in charge of my own happiness. I can't just sit here, blame things on everyone, act like a 6 year old, threaten suicide, and most importantly, harbor a hope that things will magically somehow change one day. It won't. Things don't change unless I do. This road I walk is what I chose, no one else made the decision for me. Thus not only I am responsible for it, I also have the power to turn it all around.
I've been doing things to change things. I've joined a club, I'm trying to modify attitude to be a little bit more friendly and forthcoming. I'm trying to connect with others. It's not easy. Now that I started seeing things differently, my hate and despair is all directed towards myself, not others. And it's not like bad things don't happen now that I see things differently, of course they do happen. Sometimes they are just so bad that I feel tired to even think. It's going to be a long time until I can finally start accepting myself and others.
I'm sorry I made you guys proofread charles dickens here, this is also not very fitting for the board probably.
Now that I think of it, It's more close to a diary. I'm not sure. I just wanted to share, I guess.