Hi,
My name is Jack. I'm a 17 year old United States guy. Born into a wealthy family, considered to have very good looks, a nice smile, full of charisma, and an outgoing, friendly, weird personality. I start and play varsity hockey, I'm going to Norway my senior year for a foreign exchange trip. I grew up with a very loving m and dad. Life is great. Life is fantastic.
On the surface.
For years I've been the doormat to my friends. They target me relentlessly because I'm a little more awkward than the rest of them. I'm skinny. I'm shy. That would be considered a sort of target for douchebags. I'd be considered part of the "jocks", "the sporty guys." I feel so disconnected, so isolated, so insecure. I'm more lonely in a crowd of people than I am at home. I feel as though all of the s**t I've gotten in the past years, since 3rd grade (I'm a junior in high school now) has finally put a dent in me. Although, on the outside, I'm outgoing, good looking, nice smile, (compliments up and down for as long as I can remember), I feel so empty. I don't have real friends; I have people I dick around with, make a joke or two, but they make me feel unwelcome in the end. My best friend has persecuted me, calling me a dumbass for being a devout Lutheran, and he's seemed to give up on me. At school, I only hang around people I seem to fit in with, even though I'm so wildly different from them, it just seems like if I don't hang with them, I don't have anybody. This harassment has made me anxious; I don't wear t shirts to school anymore because I'm afraid of being made fun of on account of how pale and skinny I am. I constantly go through heartbreak after heartbreak. I've held onto this dream of having this girl who, to my estimated knowledge, does not in any way feel the same for me. I get this fantasy of being with her, but I don't know.
Please, I just feel so alone. My younger sister and brother feel the same way, my sister being on suicide watch. I feel as though this wasn't acquired through my life, rather I was born with it? I'm so insecure, so worried, plagued with anxiety, my brain always reminds me that I'm not good enough. There are episodes where I go through a day completely fine, then there are times where I'm like this. I don't know if anybody can take anything out of this splatter of a confession. Though if you can, it would be greatly appreciated if I could have someone talk me through it. Just knowing someone cares or has compassion is enough. I know that is a selfish statement, but how is a person to live happily without the help of a companion? A real companion.
Thank you.