Forever alone

Not so long ago i could have asked myself what was stopping me to CTB, the question now is what's the point to continue living.

What's the point of working every fucking day, return home, being alone. It's been like 6 years now. Now add the OCD, potential ADHD, intrusive thoughts, being a perfectionnist.

If only i could have a friend that have the same interest as me. In fact, i've met a lot of people, i'm a social guy, but i tend to just do not keep contact with most of them because mostly bloomers.

I'm an anti-conformist, interest in psychology, true crimes, gothic stuff, black metal. I remember having theses kinds of friends in college but thoses days are gone. Everyone has made a life for themselves in a different city.

I'm convinced my life would be so much better with theses kind of friends.