Is this real?

April 26, 2012
By jlb1993 SILVER, La Chapelle Aux Lys, Other
jlb1993 SILVER, La Chapelle Aux Lys, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives." - Chuck Palahnuik

I'm not sure who I am writing this to or why I feel like I will get a reply, I just feel distant from people, my body there but my mind far away. I have trouble explaining it and even more understanding it. I feel like and outsider, but I am not, at college I am surrounded by people, “friends” I would not personally class them as that as I know I can't trust them, but it is what they call me. There is always a group of us but I feel like I am merely observing through binoculars, I don't dare participate like an audience member wouldn't start talking to the actors in a play. What makes this feeling even more absurd is the fact that people do talk to me, I am like the diary of them all, I know the ins and outs of their lives, and I give my opinion and try to help them with their problems, which should make me feel involved right? It doesn't I almost feel like it is them talking, I feel like I am part of their conscience and not an actual person. And when they have no problems or nothing to confide I cease to exist, they exclude me from conversations and turn their backs on me both figuratively and literally. Which is why I seek solitude, the freedom that comes with it and escape in music. But even solitude gives me little peace, my mind is ever talking to me, constantly debating with me and asking questions I can't answer, I am two people in one body, but non existent at the same time. I argue with myself, relive and recreate past experiences in my mind, then go off into fantasies, in which I feel just as non-existent. I am seriously starting to doubt my own existence , and that of “reality”.

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on Jun. 6 2013 at 3:46 am
sempiternal_obsession SILVER, Camden, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
“Imagining isn't perfect. You can't get all the way inside someone else...But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills fascists.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

It is real, and someone is reading. I used to feel like this and it freaking sucks - I understand. Someone understands, and all I can say is that if you focus on who loves you, and get as far away from the people who make you feel like a zombie as possible, and accept yourself and just try to make yourself happy, it should help you, I promise.  It'll take a long while, but just try<3 If you fail, at least you tried. 

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