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I’ll start…A few months ago, i started interning at a company. on one day, i went to my office and sat down in my cubicle, but noticed that nobody in my department was there. i waited for about 2 hours, and still nobody showed up. then the lights went out. I called my boss and he said they moved to a new building, and forgot to tell me. Forever Alone.

I once planned to have a LAN party and invited a bunch of people to come. On the night of the LAN party people were supposed to start showing up around 9 pm, but when 9 pm came nobody showed up. Then 10, then 11, then midnight… Only two people even bothered to call me and cancel as a courtesy. The worst part was that I had spent nearly $80 on soda and pizza. I had hawian, pepperoni, cheese all ordered from the best pizza place in town.I didn’t cry or anything, but its hard to describe the feeling. It was just so apparent at that point in time that I was utterly alone. Nobody cared about me, or the effort I had put into organizing the party. Hardly anybody even cared to call. It was soul crushing.I ate only pizza for the next 3 days. the end.

Eating food from 7-11 all by myself on Thanksgiving.I did this once, I flew to Massachusetts to see an my gf at the time and propose on thanksgiving. Proposed, got shot down and she broke up with me. I spent that thanksgiving eating a sandwich and soda I bought from the gas station across the street from the Best Western stayed at.Wow. Bro-hug.That’s a long dinner.

I was sitting in my third grade classroom one day when the school’s principal came in and called out all the girls in the class. It was weird, to be sure.So, we’re all lined up in the hall and the principal starts talking about how rude it was to invite every girl in the class but one to a birthday party. Becky was so upset she wasn’t invited to the birthday party that she was refusing to come out of her room.Funny thing, though. I wasn’t invited to the party, either. In fact, up until I was standing in that line being reprimanded, I didn’t even know there’d been a party.Wow your principal handled things like an idiot.Yeah, angry parents often panic principals into doing stupid things.Now imagine you’re one of the other girls. You got invited to a big party. Since you’re only a third grader, it’s a party totally set up and organized by parents.Now you find out that either the host girl or the parents forgot a couple kids in a class of probably 15-20 girls (going by average class size). How the hell is this your, the partygoer’s, fault?That principal should have called the parents or just talked to the one girl. And Becky shouldn’t have been such a little whiner.

I was putting together a new computer and I figured I could save some money by not buying speakers, because I could just use headphones and it’s not like I was ever going to have anyone else in my room.I used that computer for two years.I was right.I have three xbox controllers just in case I have company. I have only used 1 so far.wow, that one struck too close to home….now I’m depressed. Thanks Emily.My girlfriends name is Emily. We recently went on a break. Now I’m depressed too. Thanks prodigy.Edit: Wow. Prodijy. My bad.Reminds me of the time I bought the Magicka 4-pack during the steam summer sale in the hope of finding 3 other people to play it with me. Still have the unused codes….anyone want free Magicka?I’d like to play with you. Add me: http://steamcommunity.com/id/ProtoidI already have magicka

I feel the worst whenever I ask someone out for a date and they never show up. Happens way too often to me. I just don’t understand why they didn’t just say no in the first place. I feel so stupid sitting at a cafe or restaurant by myself waiting for someone who would never show up. Classic case of Forever Alone.Some people have no manners.. Fuck them.

I think my worst FA moment was my 9th birthday party.My parents took me to a local playplace, and I had invited everyone in my grade, hoping that people would come to play laser tag and whatnot.In the end, only one kid showed up, and even then, he left to go play with some other kids he saw there that he knew. Not even my best friend showed up. We left after about 25 minutes.I went home, and my dad told me to get over it, and that it was just a birthday party.Needless to say I cried myself to sleep that night.It’s hard to think of anything more painful than throwing a party and no one showing up. My parents did that once. Ouch.I don’t ever organise events for fear of this happening.

One time I was home alone jerking off to some porn. Around the end of the film, the girl looks toward the camera and smiles. I smiled back.Sorry, but this made me laugh.

Sweet, my cell phone’s battery lasts for 4-5 days without a recharge!!! Oh wait… that’s because I never get any calls…

One time in high school I was on a school trip with the marching band. One morning when I had some free time I was wondering around the hotel and I couldn’t find any of my friends. On the last door I tried, my friend Brad cracked open the door, obviously dressed in only boxers. He said they were playing strip poker with some girls, and he would see if I could join.Brad called back into the room, “Hey, is it okay if Jeff joins us?”The next thing you heard was a resounding chorus of female voices: “NO!”Brad turned back to me, said, “Sorry man,” and closed the door.This one brought back a bad memory.I went to a sleep over in fifth grade to watch Wrestlemania. There was a couple girls that stayed over too that lived in the area. The girls made me sit out as they played spin the bottle. It was awful. Forgot about that until now. lolIn fifth grade I got excluded from spin the bottle at summer camp. I just sat and watched as everyone played because I had nowhere else to go. I’m a girl, and both the girls and guys agreed that I shouldn’t play. That was so self-esteem destroying. Sorry to hear you had to go through that as well.:'(

Had to cancel a dental appointment to get a molar extracted because they said I’d need someone to drive me there, stay for the procedure, and drive me home. Now looking for an oral surgeon within walking/stumbling distance.ITT: strange uses for a female escort.

This is such a depressing thread.Comforting if in the same boat.

I moved to a new city and didn’t know anyone. Feeling especially forever alone, I manned up and got over my crippling social anxiety just long enough to ask someone out for Valentine’s day. I suggested an expensive, romantic restaurant*. She enthusiastically agreed. I sat alone at the table, watching all of the happy couples around me for over an hour before letting myself accept the fact that I had been stood up.”Hey, what’s a good place to go for Valentine’s Day?” “[restaurant]” “Cool, go with me.” “Okay!”What is wrong with people that they would do this to someone?! Who raises animals like this?! I know it sucked at the time, but be glad you didn’t get stuck with that stuck-up bitch!Number 1 rule to asking someone out: ALWAYS pick them upLet me tell you about a little thing I call the D.E.N.N.I.S. system …

Had a lazy eye and shit-loads of acne when I was 10. Got the nickname “retarded Mexican” because of my prepubescent mustache. Went out of my way to be nice to everyone. Always sat alone at lunch. Didn’t know why everyone hated me. Severely depressed. Cried constantly. Alone for 6 years, then I got better.

When I was a kid I had no friends and I had this idea that if I brought a football to school then I could play with some friends.During lunch, I went to my bag and found that the football had been stolen out of it. Some kids were playing with it and I watched them play and I was too shy to say anything and they looked kinda mean. Then a teacher walked by and I wanted to tell them that they took my football but I thought what’s the point, I wasn’t using it anyway. Then I just hid in some bushes and cried.

Getting all excited about a whole bunch of views on my flickr account until I realised I’d been viewing my own photos earlier with my work VPN on.

This post makes me sad 🙁 Isn’t there a way we could match forever alone people with friends in their cities?foreveralone.com — matching loneliness with emptiness.That didn’t make me feel better at all.That should be a thing. Let’s make that a thing.

I occasionally go to Five Guys for a burger after work. Their main dining area is packed with big tables that fit 4-6 people. If you go when they’re busy, you look like a jerk sitting at a huge table by yourself while groups of people have to wait for a seat. They offer small 2-people tables…only they shoved them in a creepy dimly lit hallway between the soda fountain and the bathrooms. It’s really narrow too. When I go I end up sitting there by myself, sadly watching all the couples and happy groups laughing and eating in the bright, open dining area. Occasionally someone will walk by and give me a look like I’m a leper or something.Imagine my luck when I went to my local Five Guys and there was a 2 person table but with one chair because the other end was butted against the stack of potato sacks.Then it looked like I was sharing my meal with sacks of potatoes. Forever alone with potatoes.Oh hi, how are you holding up? Because I’m a potato.”Wow, they might as well hang up a sign: Forever Alone Tables.

No one calls me. I have to call them. They seem to enjoy themselves when we’re hanging out. It’s always been like this, and I don’t get it. I’m good at arguing against myself feeling this way within myself and I am able to rationalize quite well, but it is only temporary and soon I feel empty again. Part of me wants to just give it up, but I know I’d just more lonely and miserable.

My group of friends was like that. My last group of friends. I was always doing the calling. So, one day, I decided, fuck this. Got a new phone number and did not transfer their numbers. (They could still call the house). Recently one of them, ONE, actually tried a few times to get in contact with me. Email and calls. Called back.Then I went on a mission to find people that do stuff I like to do. So far I have fewer friends than before but I receive infinitely more phone calls. My nights and days aren’t jam packed with super friend activities but they are a lot more fun now. I feel appreciated.You lose at Forever Alone but you win at life.

Wake up every morning at 0600, make my self breakfast, go to work… The only human interaction is at work. No one at work invites me to their dinners, parties, after work drinks. Get back home and its nothing but books , and places like here.Once a week go out and have dinner by myself, once a month get on a plane and go to a different country all by myself, sit in some strange hotel room and watch CNN+drink

Lived by myself in a 1 bedroom apartment. When other people in my department at work would go on vacation I’d sit in an empty office building by myself with no one to pretend to talk to for weeks on end. I’ve gone entire months without saying more than 3 words to a living being that wasn’t a passing ‘hey’ in the hall.One time for a few weeks while I was very sick with the flu and exhausted / hopped up on PM style meds. I fell asleep in the restroom hanging on to the side of the bathtub and stayed there for around 18 hours drifting in and out of consciousness. I got no calls, no visits which was the norm but was particularly depressing. I actually felt like I forgot how to form words with my mouth.During those days I lived in WoW.

I was in a low period of my life. I got into college and disliked the majority of my classes, I lived in a dorm with a bunch of people I disliked and who disliked me in return. I had no friends nearby. I began playing a game of how long I could go without saying a word to anybody.My record was 4 days, the streak was snapped with a call from mother.A number of times I’ve unintentionally gone without speaking for a while. Then someone comes along and makes conversation and all that comes out of my mouth is one of those weird inhumane noises your voice can randomly make.”Hello!””Eeeohh..”LOL, I know that feeling. And in your mind your trying to replay what you just said to see if it could be understood.

I went to a reddit meetup, even made some potato salad and a cheesecake, but when I got to the park no one else showed.

The 8th grade spring dance (Yes, I’m reaching back a while, but I got my shit together a few years after that) was like a mini-prom. Everyone actually got dressed up, we decorated the gym, etc. There was a tradition that right before the final song was played that everyone there would strip the decorations down for souvenirs. That particular year there was a giant cardboard castle so everyone went fucking nuts going for towers and other pieces of it. I hadn’t gone with a date, which hadn’t really been an issue before that moment. All of my friends had grabbed their decorations and everyone handed them to me when the final song started. Shania Twain’s “You’re Still The One” started up, and I was standing in the middle of the dance floor with arms full of cardboard castle as all of my friends danced with their dates around me. I just dumped it all on the floor and ran into the bathroom, crying.

It’s been years since my granmother stopped asking me if I’ve found that special someone. Even she thinks I have no hope.No, she probably is a decent grandma and doesn’t want to put too much pressure on you.

Three years ago, three days before Christmas, I called my dad to ask about family plans for Christmas. He infomed me that he, along with my ENTIRE family, was on a cruise ship off the coast of Florida. Everyone but me was invited. I spent Christmas alone at a Chinese buffet. I was the only one in there not working. I got food poisoning and spent the next 48 hours puking and shitting(simultaneously at some moments). The whole time they were on the cruise, my dad was posting photos of the entire vaction on facebook. Forever Alone.

I choked on a piece of popcorn once while having a movie party by myself on a Saturday night. I was seconds away from passing out when I finally dislodged it. After i caught my breath, I sat on the floor and cried for having narrowly escaped a death that could have been prevented with something as small as some human company. I had never felt so alone in my life. And then I realized that even if I had been able to call a friend to come and help me, I didn’t have anyone to call. I cried myself to sleep right there on the floor in my living room. When I woke up, the movie was still paused, and the room, torn apart by my choking struggle, was littered with popcorn. So I cleaned up the mess by myself, turned off the TV and went to bed alone. This was just a few weeks ago.

When I was 16 my mom and I were eating at the food court in the mall. A piece of chicken I swallowed had a string of fat attached to it. The fat was snagged on one of my braces brackets on a molar and the chicken got stuck in my throat. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t even grunt or cough. I tried using the international symbol for choking (cross wrists at throat) and my mom asked “Are you even paying attention to me!?” Other people in the food court were getting out of their seat to come help me while she remained clueless. I love my mom but man did she drop the ball.I ended up knocking it out by punching myself below the sternum. It flew across the table. To which my mom replied, “ooohhh”
Conclusion: Even the presence of another human can be futile in the fight against ever encroaching death

Another choking story, but mine’s similar to BaconJuice’s:

A few years ago I was at home and choking on a potato chip that got lodged sideways in my throat. Very soon I knew the thing wasn’t going to dislodge quickly. I stood up and looked in the mirror and my face was turning a red/purple. I ran into my parents room (they were sleeping), flicked on the lights, and did the international sign for choking (and was audibly gasping for air). My father rolled over and yelled, “Get the fuck out of here!” I ran into my bathroom, saw myself, and thought, oh fuck, this is it, I’m going to die. From a chip. Then I saw the corner of the bathroom counter that sticks out. I managed to dislodge the chip by thrusting myself against it.Everyone thought it was hilarious the next day.Hilarious? Even worse family.Same thing happened to me except I was at home, choked on a piece of pineapple, and both my mom and my sister were around. My mom said she didn’t know what was going on and asked why couldn’t I just tell her what was happening. Sorry, mom. I was too busy trying to breathe. My sister, on the other hand, said she knew that I was choking but was just “too busy” to help me.Your family sucks.Particularly your sister. Holy fuck that’s cold.For what it’s worth I’m glad you dislodged it even if you had to do it yourself :)You need a Life Alert system.ALL. SENIOR. CITIZENS. SHOULD. HAVE. LIFE ALERT!ALL. LONELY. REDDITORS. SHOULD. HAVE. LIFE. ALERT.Self-Administering the Heimlich Maneuver Ms. Lemon is that you?

Mixed vodka, whisky and Ambien in an attempt to never wake up again. Woke up about 30+ hours later covered in puke and piss. To this day no one knows.What did you think when you woke up?I actually thought I was dead at first. I could hear things around me, but was unable to move anything. Then as I slowly came back to functioning, think slowly waking up after a hard night of drinking, it really hit me how pathetic I was. I reached out to an aunt for help and came to find out severe depression runs in my family. I’d love to say its been peaches and creme since, but its a battle. Whenever something bad happens I always look back to that day and think, “If only it had worked, I wouldn’t have to go through this. ” However trying again is not an option. Since then I have seen suicides ruin families, and no matter how shitty I get, I could never do that to my family.Hang in there, man. Are you talking to a professional regularly? I hope things get easier for you.This is what Rock Bottom looks like.The two great things about rock bottom are 1) there’s no where to go but up, and 2) once you’ve seen it, it’s a lot harder to get too caught up in bullshit.The shitty thing about rock bottom is the ride down.And the rocks and shit.Jesus fuck. I hope you are in a better head space now.On they way back. My life is as perfect as it can be. I just put way too much emphasis on the need for a romantic relationship.

This reminds me of something I once read in The Atlantic. The author had been shopping at a garage sale while in college and he found a stack of dinner plates with the top one showing visible signs of wear, and the rest brand new.He thought it was the saddest thing he’d ever seen, and made a mental note that when he moved into his own place and bought new dishes, he would remember to rotate through them so that he wouldn’t leave behind such depressing evidence of his bachelorhood.Then he couldn’t decide which was more depressing, the plates or the strategy he’d just devised.

I moved about 8 months ago and bought an Ikea bed frame. It’s still in its box at the base of my mattress on the floor because it takes ‘two to assemble’. I see it everyday when I wake up and think that I’m forever alone.Where are you from? I’ll pretend to help assemble it, but instead make that one mistake that can’t be corrected without taking it back to the store.I have a chair like that. You’re allowed to sit it in so long as I hate you.Actually, a lot of IKEA’s stuff that they claim needs two to assemble can be put together by only one person. Did you look at the instructions?I’m not sure constructing it by myself will make me feel better about the fact that I had to construct it by myself.But then you’d have the satisfaction of not having to have someone else in your life in order to get things accomplished.Just imagine, it could be your first step on living your own life instead of being convinced that you need someone else to be happy.And someday when your newfound independence has translated into confidence which has translated into attractiveness, you’ll bring random bitches or bros home to bump uglies, and you’ll be able to say “See this bed? Fucking see it? I did this shit by myself.”, and they’ll scream with lust and tear their clothes asunder, and many a loin will be pleased.Wait, TWO forever alone stories? Your life makes me sad.My real Forever Alone moment is right now realizing the fact that I could fill this thread.OK, that’s it.I’ve gotta do something. I can’t help everyone in this thread, but I can help you. I’ve read a few of your comments in here, and I feel like I should do something.I run a used bookshop. Do you like books? I’ll send you an awesome care package. It’s not a new best friend, but books make pretty good substitutes.If you like the package, you can spend a rainy Sunday morning making one for me. Fill it with animal crackers or silly ads from the crappy magazine in the bathroom or that old sweatshirt you have with holes in the armpits… doesn’t matter. Sending someone something is like my favorite thing in the world… and getting something back is my second favorite.I don’t plan on fixing your problem, only you can do that… but maybe this will help for a bit.You’re incredible. You should know that.

I’ve never been to a party. I have no friends. I spend every holiday and birthday alone.It’s not a lack of trying. I try really hard to make new friends. Everyone ignores me. If I call or text someone their response is always “who is this?” and when I reply they hang up and don’t respond. This is the same pattern every time. I had a friend named Brad for a while but he stopped talking to me as well. I know I must be doing something to annoy people. I tried asking them what I did wrong so that I can improve but they won’t tell me.PM me, we’ll figure it out.but then you never call him back.Call who back?Low. But I laughed pretty hard.

I know I must be doing something to annoy people. I tried asking them what I did wrong so that I can improve but they won’t tell me.

I’m sure a therapist or life coach type professional could help you with that.

I’m 26 and I’ve never had a romantic relationship. I was 19 when I met my first female friend.I’m 24 and I’ve never had a romantic relationship. But I have no friends.At all.you are me, i am you.I am he as you are he as you are me and we’re all alone :cThis hits awfully close to home for me.

… when I was 12… we got a computer…that was pretty much the end for me.

If you’ve been forever alone your entire life, you can’t really have a worst FA-moment. At least, that’s how it feels to me.

I am a very short person.

I have very high ceilings.

Four of my lightbulbs have burnt out, and I can’t reach high enough to change them. Not even with the highest chair that I have.

Slowly through time, my apartment is becoming darker and darker. Eventually, I will have no light, and will have to sit forever alone in the dark.

EDIT: Thanks to all you sweeties who offered to help change the bulbs but I will be fine….;) Apparently, all I need is a ladder! I know of one that would be absolutely PERFECT, just the right size to get me up there. It’s really big though, and I’m just a weak little tiny thing, so I’ll need someone to help me bring it home…..oh.Forever alone some more.EDIT 2: I swear I am not making this up. Here is a photo for proof.EDIT 3: You guys inspired me to make this comic.Light Bulb Changer PolesIf this is true I will feel so guilty for laughing so much.

“One adult ticket to High School Musical 3, please.”Good God…My friend just did this for Glee 3D. Here’s the kicker: I found out because I invited him to see a free outdoor movie screening of “Cool Hand Luke”. He turned down Cool Hand Luke to watch Glee 3D by himself.Sounds like what you had there was… failure.. to communicate.im sorry but im dying in laughter right now..

Everytime I make eye contact with my reflection whilst jacking off.DON’T LOOK AWAY IT WILL SEE THAT AS WEAKNESS.

I have spent New Years alone for at least the last 6 years. Beat that.oh man, I remember the last straw I had with the girl I used to date in college was when she decided to go to a NYE party and didn’t want me to go so she could hang with her friends. I had nothing to do so I stayed behind. She said she’d call me and we’d meet up at like 11:30 so we could spend the new years together but I got no call until the next day. Conveniently she had forgotten her phone in a cab but somehow tracked it down by 9 am the next morning. That night sucked.21first and 22 second birthday alone, I hear my cat will be available for my 23. Keeping my fingers crossed.For my 18th birthday party, I had arranged to meet a few close friends at a restaurant. I get there early and sit at our fairly large, reserved table. Half an hour later, nobody’s turned up. I call and call (using a pay phone – mine had recently broken), but nobody’s answering their phones.The waiter knew it was my birthday, and felt pretty bad for me, so he gave me a free pop. I end up leaving after another 20 minutes.When I get home, my mum tells me that the group had called about 30 min ago. Apparently they were having trouble finding the place, and had decided to give up. Thanks, guys.I never knew a free pepsi could be so depressing.One year in grade 2 or 3 I invited my entire class to my birthday party. Thats 30 people. All of them said they would come. I got a new jumper and I had a big pin on it that said BIRTHDAY GIRL!. I sat quietly while my mom did my hair. None of them came. My mom (who is the best lady ever and had games and shit set up because she loves me) thought that the best thing to do would be to call my relatives, explain the situation, and have many of my young cousins come to visit and play with me instead. I understand her good intentions and I got along with my cousins but this was actually rather humiliating that she told our local extended family that I’m so lame I don’t even have friends to come to a birthday.That happened to me as well in 3rd grade. We were having the party on a Saturday morning at Burger King I think. No one showed up. I decided then to never throw another party because no one would come. That should never happen to a kid. It’s just humiliating and heart-breaking.I even hand-made the invitations. I’m tearing up now just thinking about it. :(I spent my entire 21st birthday buying other people drinks.

One weekend a few months ago I was in a hotel room out of state waiting on the judge’s verdict about my divorce. I was waiting to hear if I got custody of my daughter or not. My Dad was in town with me for the 2-day trial, but he had go home(12 hours away) on Saturday, so I was by myself.I was beyond broke, so I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything, I just stayed in the hotel room all weekend. Around 11AM Monday my attorney notified me by email that my divorce was finalized, and that I didn’t get my daughter. I was all alone with no friends or family within 12hours, and I didn’t get to see my daughter even though I was in town. I spent most of the day crying and feeling like I was going to puke. I hardly got any sleep that night, and then the 12-hour drive home the next day was brutal. Every now and then when I glanced in the rear-view mirror I’d see part of her carseat and my eyes would start welling up with tears.That weekend and the following drive were by far the most “forever alone” I have ever felt.

A couple months after my GF cheated on me, [edit: I went away to school after we broke up partly because of what happened/needing to get away from my old life] while away at school living in the dorms, I bought a bottle of Old Times whiskey, went into my room, alone, in the dark, and watched wedding videos on YouTube. Like cool proposals and dances at the reception and stuff. I then began to bawl my eyes out for like two or three hours.Anyway, it was actually very cathartic even though it wasn’t until months after that that I really got over it. Being cheated on sucks.edit – or when I spent Christmas alone in Europe without anyone to talk to, getting drunk at a hostel bar while other groups of people were having what I assumed to be awesome conversations, though I couldn’t understand them. Then I drank until I passed out and my mom called to say Merry Christmas but I was sleeping and missed the call. By the time I woke up it was like 5 AM back in the states so I listened to the voice mail… she was like “You’re probably having such a good time that you didn’t even hear your phone go off” and shit. Fuuuck just writing this makes me want to cry.Her voice had like, this proud sadness to it. Even though she couldn’t talk to me on Christmas, she knew I was out, alone, in Europe, and she wanted me to have a good time and be adventurous… but I could just hear in her voice that she wished I’d been bored just so I could talk to her.Without reddit, I would never know stuff like this even happened.Eh. With the Christmas thing, It’s impossible not to get sad at some point when you’re traveling alone. It made me miss my family for the first time since summer camp when I was a kid.It was crushing at the time but showed me a bit of how I’d been taking my family for granted. All in all, a good experience.With the ex-gf… I learned a lot from that relationship and I know now what to avoid in a girl. So even though it felt “forever alone” at the time, it’s helped me a lot. Plus I learned never to drink a whole fifth of Early Times by yourself. Or Early Times at all.

Didn’t have a lot of time for lunch one day while I was out doing errands, but there was a sit-down burger place on the way to the UPS store that I had been craving for a while so I ducked in there. Didn’t try to find anyone to meet up with, but I did take a book in to look at that I happened to have in my car at the time. It was about networking tips.Ten minutes later I had the sudden realization I was very visibly reading Keith Ferrazzi’s “Never Eat Alone” alone while eating at a public restaurant.Maybe you were just trying to be ironic?

A girl I was madly in love with decided to bring along her boyfriend on one of our dates. I had no idea she had a boyfriend. The drive home, which should have taken half an hour, took about two hours -I kept having to pull over because I was crying so hard I couldn’t see.

Been there twice actually, same girl. First time she bumped into her mate (guy) and asked if we could cancel our date halfway through and go to the club with him and his mates (who she all knew). Spent all night dancing and talking with them, whilst I stood alone and eventually stormed out. Wasn’t that upset then.Second time after she’d been through a few more guys, we went out and ended up in a club. Went to the bar and came back with drinks and shes sucking the face off some Spanish dude. Just left her there and walked home, cried all the way.Eventually with some help from friends I realised she was just a big user and keeping me on the hook, and got over her.

I want to be friends with everybody in this thread and I want to talk to them and hug them and I don’t want them to be lonely anymore :'(

I was eating a sandwich at my old apartment at the dinner table on a Saturday night. No one was home and the apartment was silent. My roommate comes home, looks in the dining room and says “Why are you eating by yourself in the dark?” Forever Alone.Forever Alone in the Dark.Are you afraid of Forever Alone in the Dark?I do that all the time. During the summer my apartment gets really hot, so I try to keep the lights off and other things that might generate heat. One night I noticed I was sitting in my dark kitchen listening to sad piano music on my iPod while eating a bowl of cereal. Some of those moments just creep up on you.

Currently in early 20s .3 Since the age of 17 I’ve spent all :Birthdays,Christmases , New Year’s in front of the computer .2 Have not attended any parties or gatherings outside of school-related ones, ever.1 Forever Alone moment :After dropping out of college, spent 8 months without exchanging a single word with anyone except for “No” ,when the cashier at the supermarket asked whether I’d pay trough credit card .Bonus FA : First time I’ve mentioned any of these to anyone

My best girl friend (but not girlfriend) in High School had an extremely over protective father. She wasn’t ever allowed to have boys up in her room.One day, when she thought her father wasn’t home, we went upstairs to get something from her room. Her father walked in just as we were ascending the stairs and said “Amber, what’s the rule?”To which she replied “but daaaaad, it’s just [insert my name here].” He looked me up and down and said “Yeah, you’re right. Go ahead.”You should have looked him in the eye and squeezed her ass.Just because

At some point when I was in college (years ago now), having gotten tired of my mother asking me about who I was dating, to which the inevitable answer was, I wasn’t, I attempted to explain my Forever Alone-ness to her.She thought I was trying to come out of the closet and I got an extremely awkward “I still love you even though you’re gay” speech.If it’s any inspiration to the FA types here, I’m now a successful and happily married adult. At that age? Didn’t seem like it would ever happen.

The worst “forever alone” moments are the unexpected ones. I can handle sleeping alone at night or spending a weekend night by myself. When I find myself driving home alone in the evening and thinking all too much, however, I feel the worst pangs of loneliness. It’s then that I am overcome with both a desperation for love and a desire to find a place I can one day call home.Might just be me though.

Going to movies all by myself. It was pretty relaxing actually.No joke, i prefer going to the cinema solo.

I want to hug everyone in this thread 🙁

Not THAT bad, but in the moment it was pretty soul crushing.So my freshman year of college I had just gone through a really bad break up, I was extremely depressed, I had no friends and I was borderline suicidal.So one night, I was sitting in the living room on my laptop like usual, and my roommate (who I went to high school with) brought home a bunch of people I knew from high school that had come to our college town to visit. They were all going to a party, I knew all of them, but not one of them invited me to come with them. I sat on that couch and cried and watched bad tv for the rest of the evening.

Eating alone in the dining hall right when it opens as fast as possible in the back. The pitying stares are the worst.I’m self conscious about doing things in public alone, but.. have you ever, once, noticed somebody doing something in public alone, and gave a shit? I haven’t, and I can’t imagine anybody else does either.

I have watched “Lars and the Real Girl” alone. Twice.

Tried to hang myself on a tree branch in a beautiful forest. That was sad.I’m very sorry to hear this. Hope you’re doing better now.Yup! There was a time when I thought suicide was a very reasonable and logical thing for me but I’m now of the mindset that there is no hole you can’t crawl out of. Like, rape, drug addiction, suicide attempts, homelessness, physical abuse, it can all be overcome…

Probably those occasional days in high school where none of my friends had the same lunch as me…Fuck that shit.when you’re stuck between acquaintances, and no matter where you sit, you’ll feel slightly awkward. been there.

A couple months ago I went to a wedding with my now ex. He was the best man and I didn’t know another soul at the wedding beside the bride and groom so I knew I would be sitting with complete strangers. I went to the table that had all of the name cards with seating arrangements and there wasn’t one for me. I asked the coordinators if there was an extra seat and they said there were no extra seats.The woman leaves to figure out what is going on and I start bawling, but trying to hide it. I already have social anxiety around large groups, and now I was a total outsider looking in and awkwardly standing in the corner. Turns out there was a spot for me after all.Thank goodness it was next to a little 9 year old boy that I talked to the entire time. The woman on the other side of me turned her back to me, and I think she was embarrassed that someone had already slammed my glass of champagne and eaten my chocolate favor. Without that little boy to talk to, I would have been miserable for hours.Edit: Tying up some loose ends.