Posts are written by me in my iPhone’s Notes App usually containing messages I wish I could send and say to people directly but I can’t but I keep them regardless.Nothing is edited either.
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The Original Note
Am I really just this unlucky?
Probably yeah considering everything else that's happened in your life from abuse, attempted murder, basically autism when it comes to making friends and relationships in your teen years.
Why is this?
I have no fucking clue, all I know is it's some bullshit.
What are you doing to remedy this situation the best you can?
I'm coming more out of my shell, trying new things such as working a full time in a job that requires you to be socially active and aware with patrons, I've started taking up social drinking (I'm working on this considering I have the drinking part down but the bar is busy and it's hard to talk to bartenders and stuff + normally I drink alone so until a have someone to go with I can't work on that part of my life).
What are you doing regarding relationships?
I've got one girl heavily interested in me that I'd want to be with because this person just blows any other women out of the water and into fucking space with just her personality, the way she talks and her natural confidence, and once I start talking on her looks then any other female soul just got fucking booted out of the fucking solar system because they can't even remotely compare to her, she’s beyond anything I’ve ever seen before, she is amazing. And her name is Sarah.
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End of note.
So this was what I wrote to myself in like April when I was stuck in the life of uncertainty. I had very little friends but definitely more than I had had in the past year, I detail how I started working in a bar as a Front of House staff, bar tending and waitering. There were 2 really pretty girls at my work, both my age, they both stood out to me for different reasons, the girl who worked the Front with me was so beautiful looking to the point it was a routine thing where she would get corny pick up lines and contact details given to her.
But the other girl whose name is Sarah, worked in the kitchen as a Kitchen Hand doing dishes, desserts and Entreès, she stood out because she was unlike anyone I had ever met in my life, she had a natural personality than me tingle because it was so foreign and amazing to be around, she was weird but damn that made her more appealing than the other girl. Because the problem was whilst Front Girl was drop dead gorgeous, she had a paper thin personality and was fake to an extent. Sarah on the other hand embraced being different and was always bubbly around me. It didn’t take long for me to catch onto her vibes and soon enough we became a lot closer...
To be continued with the next Note Soon™
#first post#first love#Bar life#work sucks#life sucks#Depression#Depressing thoughts#brokenhearted#broken heart
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The Title Page of my Depression Book
So I’m a guy, 19 years old and of course, depressed. It fucking sucks, I thought my life was finally turning around a few months ago when I met my dream girl and had everything I needed and wanted but everything since then has just gotten worse and worse to the point where I am now that I have Depression and no other way of coping other than what I always do which is writing a reply text to someone that I wish I could send to them but I can’t for whatever reason, but since I put so much effort into these messages, I save them in my iPhone’s Notes App just so I don’t feel I wasted my time writing it. They didn’t have any purpose until now,
Welcome to the Depression Chronicles of a Nice Guy.
#first post#Depression#coping mechanism#depressing thoughts#title page#nice guys#suicidal thoughts#pain
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