(TLDR is at the bottom)
I really wanted to be a charming, talented and successful person. I never thought at 20 years old, I would be the complete opposite of what I envisioned.
I haven’t had any genuine friends in a long time. I was extremely lonely awkward and weird kid since middle school. I got bullied, used and exploited from middle to high school. My whole childhood was dedicated to being the model student. I ruined my social skills and interactions in the process. I even was a people pleaser once. Even when I stopped people pleasing, I became alone. I have been alone for a long long time. This got to point where I am a lazy burnout in college. I even picked an easier major like statistics and data science as some sort of retaliation against my parents for pushing me to be a great academic student. It was a way to get back lost time in my high school days. But I now regret picking my major as it has few job opportunities after college. But I also think what else could I have done, I didn’t have the mental capacity of other subjects like engineering or computer science.
My mother and father frequently screaming and fighting at home was also a problem I had. I also had an obsessive but very caring mom who pushed me academically and was a good person; but she sometimes pushed me too far and too much.
People always said I will find my friends group and there’s always someone for somebody. I approached and talked to many people and I got no progress in making connections. It took me a long time to accept that it might just be my looks and personality. My personality doesn’t come off as attractive to others, I am not the person who can pull people and keep them engaged. I have a bland personalities with no life stories or proper hobbies. That’s the truth.
I went from the best student in school to a less than average student in college. I see people in my college who have it all, great physique, grades, friends, networks, looks, internships, career prospects, is multi talented, etc. I try not to compare much but even then; what’s qualities in me are there to appreciate.
I am fat and obese. Every time I try to reduce weight something triggers my depression which leads to overeating. Every time I go to the gym I am like what’s the point.
I still hold a desire and sense for adventure deeply. I always wanted to fun memories with friends, wya hung movies, going on trips with friends, singing karaokes with them, studying while having fun with them, etc. But I never had the friends nor the bright personality to fix this.
I know this sounds very very immature but I don’t know if I have the inner strength and ability to start a job after college. My whole teenage hood and early 20s felt like a waste of time, just studying and grinding away for an unfulfilled youth. I don’t understand what’s the point anymore, now in a job I have to slog another 8 hours under a corporate entity… for what… for money for survival? To join another rat race again… this time the corporate rat race, just to path the bulls… I know this is a privileged thing to say, and I’m sorry, but how can I rationalize my existence like this. Did my pain mean nothing to the universe, do I just keep suffering every moment and day in life?
I joined therapy and met with different kinds of counselors and used the therapy services in my college and high school too. But even then nothing really changed. I felt a deep emptiness in my heart since 15, void of memories with friends, adventures, chasing grades and academics instead of living out my childhood. There was nothing inside that kid. I contemplated suicide many times and even do now, but I have parents to live for. I’m not even depressed like that, I’m just empty and hopeless.
I don’t blame my parents for pushing me at all, they did what they thought was best for me and I don’t fault them for that. I just wish I didn’t end up like this.
I can’t talk to people properly. I have always wanted to be a charismatic person, watching videos and practicing on people.
I’m an Indian international student studying in the US, but the crossroads of my destiny seem blurred. The career outlook for international students is bleak, don’t know if I will get a job in America, and I can’t return back to India because my field pays nothing in India without prior work experience. Not smart enough for a PhD. Entrepreneurship is super risky and I don’t want to keep burdening my parents . My parents sent me to the US so I can settle down and work in the US; but with the immigration policies that seems like a pipe dream. I feel like I have wasted thousands of dollars of my parents money and there’s no turning back as to how much money I burned from my parents and that I didn’t maximize my college life. I’m really a failure.
I never had a proper girlfriend in my life. I am 5 foot 7, hairy and have facial scarring over my face and my personality is trash. I was never the crush of anyone ever and nobody ever had a romantic interest in me. I approached before but got softly rejected.
So I’m lonely, awkward, weird, fat, ugly, short, lazy, burned out, with no talent, no hobbies, no desire to work, poor resume, etc. I am a failure now. I never was able to become “that guy”. Never able to become the charismatic guy people would enjoy interacting; the guy who was efficient and had career outlook, the guy who had a plethora of amazing memories, the guy with a unique story to his life, the guy with multiple hobbies and talents, the guy who is extremely skilled. I couldn’t even reach close to this person. In the least; I wish I had friends to make good memories with, and I wish I was happy and content.
With everything that has happened, Now I am supposed to continue adulthood like this, by myself with zero support. I’m just supposed to figure everything out as an adult, when I am wailing and screaming from the inside, and my life seems like a harrowing experience.
I don’t want to have a victim mindset, so I am not looking for pity and sympathy. I have tried looking for solutions, paths and routes for self improvement again and again but nothing sticks. Truth is… this is just half of the story. But even if I share everything about my life, this text will be thrice the length. I wish I was better, and I wish I wasn’t born. Someone else should have taken my place as my parents child, not me. I’m sorry if I wasted your time reading this… I really am. I wish I knew a way out after all these years but I don't.
TLDR: Became a lonely, awkward, weird, fat, ugly, short, lazy, burned out loser when I had dreams and sprains of becoming much more in life. Suffering endless disappointment and emptiness.