by Nine Volt » 01 Nov 2013 21:27
I need to get this off my chest...
I'm so fucking frustrated right now, and I have been for the past week or so, but today just put me over the fucking edge. Every night for the past week I've been feeling like shit because I can't do anything right (musically and socially mostly, but in other areas too). I would just sit in my bedroom, near tears, because I'm so fucking sick of this shit. Then I feel like a bitch for being close to crying, and it just fucking gets worse. In the day I'm just fine, but I get home from stage crew at 4:30-5:00 and just sulk for the rest of the night because of how fucking frustrated I am. It's not that I'm angry or, really, sad, but kind of... empty, almost. Inadequate.
But the reason why I was set over the edge today was because while at a friend's house with about 7 other people, I was informed by my mother that she'd "made plans" and could no longer give me a ride to the party I'd been planning to go to for some time now. This was an important party because it was the party of a girl I have a serious crush on, and my mom had promised she'd be able to take me there a week prior (I don't have a car, license, or permit of my own, mind you). I was told she couldn't drive me there literally a half an hour before the fucking party was starting (6:30, it started at 7). So naturally I asked my friends if any of them could spare 15 minutes to drive me over to Rutland (nearby town) to this party. Why couldn't I walk, you ask? Well, because it would take me 2 hours and 45 fucking minutes.
Anyway, my friends apparently couldn't spare 30 minutes to bring me over to the party. No, they were too busy playing fucking Battlefield 4 and GTA V (that's exactly what they fucking said, though I added the names of the games to clarify). What the fuck is their fucking problem? I would be perfectly fucking willing to drive my friend somewhere that close, but apparently my "friends" have some fucked up priorities if video games take precedence over their fucking close friends. That's not what set me over the edge though.
What set me over the fucking edge was what one of my "friends" did. I asked them (the group) if any of them had the number of my friend Travis (all my contacts were erased when I got my new phone two days ago), who would have the number of someone who could give me a ride, because even though he wasn't going we shared some good friends who were going and would be able to pick me up. So, this fucker (we'll call him Drew) says he does have the number. Great, right? I ask him to give me the number and he does, so I text the number with something like "Travis? It's jake". All of a sudden, I hear from across the room "Travis? Who's Travis?". I look over and one of the mutual friends is holding her phone up. Drew laughs and says he doesn't really have the number.
I don't know why that pissed me off so much, but it did. I'm normally a very calm person (believe it or not), but this was literally one of the angriest fucking moments of my entire life, and the closest I've ever come to just losing control and beating the fucking shit out of someone, something I'm scared of because if that happened someone (either me or them) would get seriously hurt. Maybe because I wasn't having the best day to begin with, but I got up and was seconds away from breaking his fucking jaw before I really thought about what I was fucking doing. I took a brief walk outside to calm myself down a bit, but even now (hours later) I'm still incredibly fucking pissed about it. And I never was able to get to the party. So now I'm pissed at both my mom and several of my friends ("It was just a joke, calm down man!" Yeah, real fucking funny), which is just fucking fantastic and will surely turn out well, not to mention having to explain to like six people (including my crush) why I couldn't get to the party. Fucking great.
But on a larger scale, I guess I'm just feeling... inadequate. And socially insecure. I mean, I'm an outgoing person and I make friends and start conversations easily (one of the few things I can really be proud of), but I'm incredibly fucking insecure about my appearance. Not my hair (well, not always) or my clothes, but my face. I'm not ugly, but I'm not above average, but it's the fucking acne that fucking ruins it. It's certainly not the worst ever, but it is the most consistent depressing element of my entire life, and I'm seriously considering trying to get a prescription for Accutane (or a generic version) just to get rid of this shit. It's why I haven't had a serious girlfriend - not because I've been denied but because I get myself thinking she's going to see the acne and just deny me right on the spot. "Oh but 9v you should just wash your face daily and don't touch it!" Well, mr strawman I've got some news for you: that's exactly what I fucking do. It doesn't work.
And finally on top of this whole angst-filled shitfest I've got so many feelings of inadequacy about my music, but nobody cares about that of course.