Stupid Dependent Introverted Soul

underage_thinker's picture

I feel lost without someone to obsess over. I'm pointless without a person to crave. But somehow, it's more genuine than something, because I was only fooling myself in the first place.

I go through obsessions. Mostly bands. Sometimes people. Every time, I fool myself into believing that that's the only thing in the world. And I do it just to have something tangible to think about and talk about and have a purpose for. When I don't have obsessions to distract me, I get depressed easily. Even though the obsessions are just tricks of my mind. The only obsession that made me depressed was Bright Eyes, probably because I listened to Poison Oak a few hundred too many times. But I don't know what to do with myself, really.

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the_loser's picture

I love obsessions. I know

I love obsessions.
I know what you mean.
I haven't been obsessed with a good band in months :/
and I have no one to obsess over anymore ha...

Hope you feel better soon!

whateversexual_llama's picture

obsessions are fabulous

obsessions are fabulous things. I spent too much time obsessing over girls who I knew, usually straight and blonde. From now on, I obsess over people who I know I will never ever speak to. Alyson Hannigan, the girl who works at the bakery, that senior who collects milk bottles to recycle.

Its easier this way.

Be yourself. 'Cause if you're busy being somebody else, who's gonna be you?