Mey
Part of the furniture
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- Apr 9, 2005
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All my life I have been sucessful, everything I've gone for I've got. I have a degree, I was a bereavement councillor, I have a high paid job, I volunteer in a job with alot of responsibility, I have a team of people (7) under my direct control, monies not really a proble, my parents are still married, I have a loving family, some loyal and good friends, but I still feel restless. I constantly feel like I have to prove myself to someone, who I don't know, but I do feel like I have too.
I used to enjoy my life and now I feel like everything I do I have to do to the extreme, I'm getting more drunk than I would ever dream of, drink full bottles of vodka then hitting town (as I write this I've just finished my 5th bottle of strong cider - good quality cider, non the less), staying out till 3am+ then going to work the next day, spending money on stuff I would never need. I've had more one night stands in 6 months than I did in four years worth of uni.
I smoke twice as much as I used too to slay the resltess feeling (smoking is doing something).
I went through a pretty bad break up two weeks before my dissertation, I was a mess, but got through it, I finished my degree, broke off contact admitted it was over and moved on. I see her every now and then now and think what I was doing with her, she was the exact opposite to me, selfish, uncaring and mean. I don't miss her nor do I want her back. But I can't help think that she is the route cause of this feeling.
I've always been abit self concious and before I met her I worked hard to become comfortable with myself, I lost 3 stone in weight and was going the gym pretty much everyday. I had bucket loads of confidence and was the life of most parties, now I feel emotionally detached, I still talk to people but don't really feel like I am connecting almost like i'm putting up a front.
I went to my parents house this weekend and I was very guarded, if family tried too make physical contact with me I'd push them away. I don't want too but subconciously I do, am I just affraid of letting myself love again?
I don't really know why I'm posting this but hey- getting it off your chest is always a start.
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I used to enjoy my life and now I feel like everything I do I have to do to the extreme, I'm getting more drunk than I would ever dream of, drink full bottles of vodka then hitting town (as I write this I've just finished my 5th bottle of strong cider - good quality cider, non the less), staying out till 3am+ then going to work the next day, spending money on stuff I would never need. I've had more one night stands in 6 months than I did in four years worth of uni.
I smoke twice as much as I used too to slay the resltess feeling (smoking is doing something).
I went through a pretty bad break up two weeks before my dissertation, I was a mess, but got through it, I finished my degree, broke off contact admitted it was over and moved on. I see her every now and then now and think what I was doing with her, she was the exact opposite to me, selfish, uncaring and mean. I don't miss her nor do I want her back. But I can't help think that she is the route cause of this feeling.
I've always been abit self concious and before I met her I worked hard to become comfortable with myself, I lost 3 stone in weight and was going the gym pretty much everyday. I had bucket loads of confidence and was the life of most parties, now I feel emotionally detached, I still talk to people but don't really feel like I am connecting almost like i'm putting up a front.
I went to my parents house this weekend and I was very guarded, if family tried too make physical contact with me I'd push them away. I don't want too but subconciously I do, am I just affraid of letting myself love again?
I don't really know why I'm posting this but hey- getting it off your chest is always a start.
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