Never thought I'd write something in this thread. Or rather, never thought I'd actually hit the "Submit Reply" button. But the last few days have been worse than usual.
A bit of a backstory: When I started university some eight years ago, I felt pretty okay. I've never been an extrovert or an outgoing person, but I thought, hey, it's a new city, all-new people, maybe I can start something here. Because from school, I have one single friend. Elementary school, that is. Afterwards, no one. University changed that, I soon had a couple of friends. I was pretty happy. I even met a girl that was (at first) more interest in me than I was in her. (Which, now as I look back, actually happened once before in school, but it took me until a few years ago to realise what was actually going on. I thought I was at the end of a really cruel joke.)
But anyway, back to uni. After getting my bachelor's, pretty much everyone left for other cities. Oh, and my girlfriend left me too. At that time, it was very much out of the blue for me. And three days before Christmas. Yes. Via an instant message. The worst part? I perfectly understood why she did it in that way at that time.
The beginning of my master's, I was pretty devastated. Ruined my first semester's grades. But I also met my best friend at that time, so that's something. After a while, I even got over my ex-gf. But I think I started to really sink into depression at that time. Which is weird, really. Because I've done much more travelling and general nice stuff after my girlfriend left me than during that time. Which may be why she left me, but what do I know.
The thing is there has always been a point during my vacations where I felt really, really lonely. I always thought "Well, I can't do all my travel with my best friend, he's got a girlfriend to be with. So let's do this on my own, I mean, I know how to travel alone!", and that was very much true for the most part. But somehow, each vacation destination succeeded in showing me that I wasn't only alone, I was lonely. Oh, so lonely.
The worst situation like this was in a science museum, funnily enough. I tried some of the experiments you could do there until I got to one that said "You need two people to do this experiment". It's pretty stupid, because obviously I could've just asked one of the other visitors or just not do that stupid experiment, but I honestly stared at that sign for about a minute. That day was ruined. "Yeah, you thought you could do all the things normal people do as couples or groups alone? Hah! Think again", or so I thought I was told by life itself.
That would be bad enough, but then, as I was in the midst of my PhD (which I still procrastinate through and hate myself for it), my professor told me he would switch universities; that was always a possibility, and honestly, besides having to talk to my best friends via technology instead of in person, I thought things weren't so bad. The city is nicer, the landscape is nicer, and the fucking people at university are much closer to my own mindset than at the old university.
I switched universities at the beginning of this month, and I thought, "wow, I'm gonna make really good friends here!" I even found a girl working there who's pretty cute and potentially much closer to me than my ex-gf ever was. I say potentially, because that's exactly the crux. I haven't had a meaningful conversation with any of my new colleagues, including that girl. I talked to her once when me and my colleagues (from the old university) were introducing themselves to each other, so that's why I know that basic information. I don't even know if she's interested. If she isn't, that's really not the most frustrating part. The most frustrating part is that I don't fucking know.
I don't know anyone here. And I try. At least I think I try until my "old" colleagues tell me how they socialised with my new colleagues. And I think "How the fuck do you do that?" I don't say it, mind you, and I still don't know how much they know about my situation or how much they suspect. I do let out hints here and there, but I don't know if they (can) catch them.
It really doesn't help that procrastination has finally kept up to me, so that work isn't really that great as well.
Oh well. I'm going to have dinner with my old colleagues in a few minutes. One of them invited me, and I honestly would've asked them if they want to if he wouldn't have. Which I've never done before. I don't even know if I will tell them what I wrote here. But I think it'll help this way or the other. Let's see.
As a last notice: No, I've never been suicidal and I'm not starting to be right now. Just really frustrated and depressed that even under "ideal" conditions, I somehow manage to fuck up everything. Not really a great feeling to have.