No.299518[Reply]
I can't move on. Everyone already did but I can't. Nobody remembers me. Trying to reach them is pointless, they avoid me like the plague. My parents told me lots of anecdotes from when they were young. They had friends and an extended family, they went on adventures, they cried and laughted, they grew up with lots of friends. They don't see them much nowdays but if they see each other on the street they cheerfully greet them. Their friends are happy to see them. Mines aren't. I dream about them everyday. Some of them, the original duo from my late childhood, I haven't talked to them in almost 15 years. The others, more "recent", haven't seen them in 10. Time keeps marching on. I stay the same.
I wonder, if I kill myself, will they attend my funeral?
10 posts and 1 image reply omitted. Click reply to view. No.299859
>>299586Don't know if you're still there wiz but I want you to know I saw your post when you replied and I thought about it for a while and didn't know how to say anything since I'm a retard. I hope you're doing alright.
No.301911
>>299580except, back in the day, super-depressed ppl like /wizards were rare enough, alright?
No.301997
Graduated high school in 2012.
Every now and then I wonder about the school's population. I remember in 2013, I'd think, "I wonder who took my spot in the school band? Probably one of the other french horn players that I interacted with every single morning for rehearsal." After a few more years, I realized something:
Even students who were 9th graders during my senior year have now graduated high school, themselves. I realized that not a single band member will even know that I existed.
Well, that might not be the case. It's possible that, during my senior year, I may have briefly interacted with 8th graders who were planning to join the band. These "band aids" would volunteer to help out with the high school band. It is perfectly possible that some 8th grade band geek gave me a soda while in the pep stands at football games. I guess it's possible one of these middle school kids remembered me, but I doubt it.
This feeling is not exclusive to the school band, though. After a certain point, there are no more student who were in the 9th grade during my senior year. While I MIGHT have interacted with some 8th grade band members, there is 0% chance that any of the 8th graders who became freshmen AFTER my graduation had ever even knew I existed.
Now, in 2025, I have randomly realized that there is not a single student who could possibly know about me. Even kids who were 1st graders during my senior year have graduated from high school themselves. Such 1st graders wouldn't have known me, anyway, but there WAS a chance, however small it might be, that somebody had at least had a passing glance and briefly saw me at some point during school.
This shouldn't feel so… strange. It's an obvious realization that shouldn't affect anything about my life at all. But it feels so daunting. After I graduated I basically just became a hermit in my room. High school 13 years ago was the last time I really interacted with humans beyond my mom and grocery store cashiers. It feels like I don't really exist.
I guess I can easily "return to the past", I mean, my old high school is just a few miles away from me. But there really, truly is nobody there, anymore.
(I hope this post is coherent, I'm currently on around 500mg of DPH and I can't concentrate or even really see the text that I'm typing.)
No.301999
>>301997repeat after me:
Let It go.
If you tell ppl you are obsessing on what your are obsessing on, you ll be tossed in a psyc ward, At Best.
Forget about past, no you cant go back there, and if you want to think about a school college is what you re lookin for.
some people will say hermit s need to be coddled. my hermit dad taught me otherwise.
you have two actual roads in front of you.
1. you accept you went down a dark path, seek treatment, and make an effort to pull out of it.
2. you wake up one day. age 50. and you are sayin same stuff as now. and its all bleak
No.302001
>>301997I know the feeling, I don't talk to anyone besides discord/image boards. It's surreal knowing I'm a ghost that will be forgotten within months of my death; I suppose it's freeing but I'm too numb either way to give a shit.