older writing
March 13th, 2026
Ugh, everything feels so disoriented. These last few days, stacking on midterms, sleep deprivation, completely shifting around my sleep cycle, fucking up exams, changes to my appetite, indulging more in negative forums, renewed sad thoughts, missing assignments, I just feel like this week is a very bumpy road. Like when you ride a road and suddenly encounter a bumpy stretch of it, you’re thrown around everywhere and get confused and feel sick.
One of the most depressing things I just read was how the difficulty of making friends increases over time. As a kid, apparently it’s really easy to make friends (fuck you K12, I never got to experience this). Then in college it gets harder. Then once you’re out of school, there’s so few options to meet with people that you don’t end up having any friends. I’m in college right now. Making friends is extraordinarily hard. Maintaining relationships is extraordinarily hard. I am a dysfunctional “adult.” Do people really expect me to “go outside and talk to people” and then suddenly end up with close friends I treasure?
I really am starting to understand why it’s all fucked. I mean, I’ve been orphaned by the friends I never had when I was a kid. Even if I had a friendship today, it wouldn’t last. I’m already 50% my way through undergrad. I have 1 more year to make any worthwhile friends. By senior year, all my senior peers are already locked into their friend circles. Why would they let another random old guy in, especially if that bond is going to last less than a year? Then my only options are my underclassmen, and why would they be friends with some creepy old guy coming off as desperate to make at least one treasured bond before I fly off into the real world?
That’s why the idea of not personally getting involved with anyone is appealing. I’ll have no one. I’ll just be “the guy from work” or “the guy next door.” If I stop trying to fight it, if I resign to it, then there’s not going to be more sadness when I fail. And when I’m lonely, I still will imagine a life if I had friends, but I will not fruitlessly stress out about how I will achieve it. There is some psychological benefit in resignation. I mean, making friends is all about psychological benefits to begin with. You want to make the feeling of loneliness stop and you want to feel connected and good. Likewise, this method would just be reducing the feeling of pain. Equally justifiable when trying to make friends is fruitless.
Family is troublesome in this regard though. My mother wants to call me all the time, and sometimes even visit me. I don’t really care for her (she is a source of food at best whenever I fly back home). The biggest problem from my mother is that I can’t say “nobody cares for me” or “nobody even knows I exist” if she keeps bugging me. I can’t say I have no emotional bond with anybody. I remember I saw a video on WPD of a Japanese girl crying and confiding in her mother after a suicide attempt. She was bawling out in her mother’s arms and telling her everything that had been weighing down on her while her mother kept saying everything was going to be okay. I knew I wanted that. I really wanted something like that on a heartfelt level. But I already have a mother who keeps on telling me I am a piece of her heart, no? But I can’t imagine her comforting me.
If I ever do plan to blow my brains out, my mother poses a huge problem. It’s not the common reason like most people where they worry how their mother would feel if they killed themselves. Rather, to be able to kill myself requires that nobody cares for me, otherwise I will be LARPing hypocrite. I will simply be roleplaying as somebody depressed without actually having a true claim to it. The idea that nobody cares for me is a core part of my identity, and my mother has thrown a wrench in all that. God damn it, I can’t have my cake and eat it too. Actually, is it a case of “I can’t have my cake and eat it too”? Because I feel nothing when my mother says she loves me, or does all sorts of doteful gestures for me. Whatever, you get what I mean.
But back to the idea of not personally associating with anyone. There is one solution in fantasy land where it could work: my mother also needs to refuse to personally associate with me. The moment I’m out of college and on my own, my parents need to forget about me. I need to be a stranger to them, and them a stranger to I. I mean, think about it. Most children are welcome in their parent’s homes because their are blood related. I would rather be treated like a stranger, and have my parents say “who the fuck are you, it’s not our place to house a complete stranger, why do you want to live with us out of everybody on this street” when I knock on their door. I will suddenly become a parent-less person, knowing nobody who has raised me. I’ll be all on my own. I’ll be truly alone. I will have a claim to commit suicide or staying in pathetic state or whatever the hell I want to do. My parents have my brother, so at least they won’t be childless. They’ll always have had a single child then. A second child? What are you even talking about? They’ve always had only one child. But of course, as I said, this solution is in fantasy land. My mother will refuse to agree to such agreement, and even then truly mindwiping somebody from your mind is impossible.