Literally me rn

Now. Now? How about now? Nooooww?… NOW!

@TheBathWaterHero  
I think they are for lotto tickets.

@amess  
Dammit, no 72! I guess this one doesn’t apply to me… Or something? Does anyone know what the lucky numbers are supposed to represent?

@TheBathWaterHero  
Yeah, it can be more then a little depressing but at least it generally leaves a good bit more time for introspection so you can figure out what went wrong so you can ultimately end up stronger for it.
 
A bit like a tactical retreat in order to regroup and live to fight another day. Of course this does assume one intends to return to the fight eventually in order to make it all worth it. Make use of the lessons of the past so one may move forward.
 
… I sound like a fortune cookie…  
Ps. Your lucky numbers may or may not be, “17 38 59 24 50”

@amess  
Dammit dude, I was perfectly fine being a hermit until I read that. Now I just feel useless and sad and Steely Dan just stopped working for me, and, and… I’m going to stop myself before I bore you because this comment is already reaking of self indulgence.
 
Just, that was actually incredibly wise and cautionary for anyone on that path that blurs with vestibular stress… even if now I’ve decided the resume a searing hatred of my own life choices…

@amess  
… Oh look, some drama king forgot to chech the box to post anonymously…

@Minus  
Round about what I do but be warned, it can backfire HORRIBLY.
 
If somehow you end up in a situation where your real friends only seem to be available when they need to vent or be made to feel special and you never seem to find a chance to vent to them or feel taken care of you could slowly turn inwards (especially if you have autism) only feeling bonded to either your fully fictional or “simulated” friends (simulated meaning they are real, they are your friend, theorized behavior is realistic but they are not actually present) you could end up with a full out crutch rather then a tool to bide time. Eventually this leads to a sort of social ability “blue screen” where you vanish from your real friends.
 
Then whenever you wish to try and re-establish communications the guilt over failing to keep yourself functional for them thus blanking out most likely causing them to worry chokes you to the point you physically feel sick things start to get really bad! Slowly a self perpetuating snowball type effect takes over.
 
First a week passes building up said choking guilt, then two weeks doubling it and the choking effect! Then three! Then a MONTH! AND THEN A YEAR!
 
…eventually very nearly three years worth (and counting) of choking guilt and cowardice are staring you down and you are reduced to board comments where you feel you can express yourself, be humorous if you can, maybe even let someone know their vent was heard/reacted to, even share what information you think might be relevant. But over all you are “safe”, safe from failing others for now you are just a ship passing in the night, one that (hopefully) no one hates,nome may even recognize and like, but no one will “miss”.
 
*goes back to his corner full burnt out Twilight snapple mode rocking back and forth comforted by “Fluttershy” and some memories*

@Minus  
Suddenly feeling lonely? What about someone who is always lonely and has social anxiety, so can’t make any friend?

When you go insane.  
A sane person will never survive this.

Buck up there man, sometimes the best way to dull out the harshness is to find someone who you don’t care about who also feels alone. And for just one night you can both be alone together, only to have the weight of the world crash back on you the next day. The real trick here is that when the world come crashing back into you, you’re a little more ready each time until you are a calloused Wall of an individual who will only be destroyed by the grubby hands of death when old age makes you take The Big Sleep.

I would hug you. ^^

Get yourself a roomate. A BAD one. Suddenly feeling lonely will seem like a good thing. But you do also need at least one friend-type person you can vent to, or else you’ll go nuts.
 
Or if you’re creative enough, just make a friend. It’s embarassing, but it works if you let it.

All of the sudden this pony feels alone?  
Gee I know he have plenty of friends.. to hang out with.