Lately, I suppose you could say I've been stuck in a rut.
People, for the most part, are beginning to seriously annoy me. If I had the choice, I think I would shut myself away from the world entirely. Everyday, mankind seems to give me another reason to find us completely disgusting.
I seem to have become more of an asshole than I used to be. The worst part is, I'm not even realizing it until after it's over.
On top of it all, I'm not even happy with myself. I quit my job a week ago because it got to the point where I was getting emotional/nervous breakdowns almost every day. It was too much stress for me to handle anymore, and I quit without a backup plan.
Every day I go through life and think about running away. I think about what I could do for last-minute cash. What I'd take with me; what I'd leave behind. Where I'd sleep, hell, even where I'd go. Then realism jumps in, and tells me all the reasons why I can't do this... but to me, they don't sound like good reasons at all.
I hardly can find anything to properly use in conversation anymore. I feel now that I may have cut myself off from people entirely.
Can any of you relate? Do introverts often go through these phases?
I'm sure in all due time things will get 'better'... I'm just not quite sure what consequences 'better' will have.
People, for the most part, are beginning to seriously annoy me. If I had the choice, I think I would shut myself away from the world entirely. Everyday, mankind seems to give me another reason to find us completely disgusting.
I seem to have become more of an asshole than I used to be. The worst part is, I'm not even realizing it until after it's over.
On top of it all, I'm not even happy with myself. I quit my job a week ago because it got to the point where I was getting emotional/nervous breakdowns almost every day. It was too much stress for me to handle anymore, and I quit without a backup plan.
Every day I go through life and think about running away. I think about what I could do for last-minute cash. What I'd take with me; what I'd leave behind. Where I'd sleep, hell, even where I'd go. Then realism jumps in, and tells me all the reasons why I can't do this... but to me, they don't sound like good reasons at all.
I hardly can find anything to properly use in conversation anymore. I feel now that I may have cut myself off from people entirely.
Can any of you relate? Do introverts often go through these phases?
I'm sure in all due time things will get 'better'... I'm just not quite sure what consequences 'better' will have.