It's as if have no interest in casual social interactions, I'm looking for the world or nothing at all. I want a connection so profound that it justifies breaking my peace, or l'd rather just stay in my own space.
My situation feels like a strange paradox. On one hand, I genuinely love my solitude, I don't feel lonely or disconnected when l'm by myself. In fact, my social battery is naturally quite low. But on the other hand, there's this deep, almost desperate longing for a soulmate.
Fantasizing about how they would pronounce me dead at whatever time and go contact my family. Fantasizing about the funeral and the eulogy, though there's nothing good they could say about me.
Dissociating and fantasizing about the aftermath is diabolical
Someone opening my door and seeing my lifeless body on my bed or floor, the paramedics trying to revive me, taking me to the ambulance and to the hospital.
I have finally decided on a date, after years of being miserable I just have nothing left in me to give.
The only thing keeping me alive right now is knowing l owe my family money
Not feeling indifferent -> opens self up to vulnerability -> experiencing and being hurt -> reliving hell all over again
I'd like to feel passionate about something again but the anticipation of pain rules me