Thank you. I mean it; that was good, down to earth advice. Thank you for taking the time to write all that. I'm actually feeling a little better now - although that could be partly down to the fact that I go through regular bouts of depression interpersed with feeling "okay."
When I said that my parents banned me from going anywhere, I didn't mean that I was grounded or anything. I have the type of parents who are overly protective. Interestingly, my elder brother did not have the same experience. It started from the moment my friends started asking me if I wanted to go out. The reply would be the same: "no." There was no winning over my parents' word. I didn't help that at the time, my friends weren't true friends. I understand you perfectly when you speak (write) of "part time friends." I think about things like this all the time. It's like an emptiness. I wonder if that is what we are all seeking. I would love a true friend. Such a connection is so rare.
Back to the boring story - needless to say, I don't see those friends anymore. I'd known them for many years, but it was surprisingly easy for us to part ways. Well, there were no confrontations, but the tension was unbearable. After knowing someone since primary, it almost becomes an obligation to talk and hang around with each other. I was talked about behind my back and had to avoid certain places, but I could handle it. I still have to be wary because I can bump into them.
Nowadays, I can go out, but it's still limited. My lack of experience with places because of the way my parents acted means that I am worried about looking like a fool and getting lost. Not many opportunities either. I'm fixing that though, so I'm not a totally lost case. With any luck, I'll be going away with a friend this summer. I want to get away from here before I suffocate.
Haha, I don't ponder too much on mortality. Not at the moment anyway. The only thing I'm scared of is dying without having done anything. Without having fulfilled my potential. It could happen at any time.
I sometimes think that no-one would want to know me because...it's hard to explain. Maybe it's just a symptom of my depression.
Thank you once again