Cross of Murdoc

Say one is walking in the hallway, and while saying hello. Trying to be polite, the other nods there head, looking as though they didn't wan't to acknowledge anyone there. While trying to walk the other direction not sure what direction the person in front is going to go, accidentally the other person steps in front of them because they have two left feet. The other person was rude and said, 'I believe you are on my side.' Wasn't this rude?

My life cannot be fixed, nothing I can do will make my life any better. I'm tired of it. I need another job so I can move out. My mother and stepfather having been making my life harder from the start. I don't deserve to be happy, I've upset others, and all people keep doing is putting me down. I'm not normal, I cannot be fixed. I've been rejected by almost everyone I get close to. My life isn't normal. I wish I had been successful the last couple times, I tried to end it all. I don't belong, anywhere. That much people have made very clear from the time I was a child. I want to keep living for the small chance that someone still may want me alive. Then again, that's not a good idea. What should I do? I don't want to but this world would be much better off without me. Even if those in my family would have a hard time paying for me after I was gone. I'd be doing the world a favor. I will never be forgiven. I feel like god hated me ever since I was born. I never asked to be here.

It seems like ever since I started working I cannot concentrate on anything. I can't go back and finish the story that I have written. I can't seem to stay still and take the time out and make myself write. I can't even stay still and relax anymore! How can I fix this?

It's something that keeps happening at this restaurant I go to. I swear, I would never go back there if it wasn't for my family liking the food. I would go else where. I don't like being treated like that. They even skipped out on giving the rest of my family drinks when they asked for it. I hate this and don't like their services.

It always seems as though I need to be completely relaxed before I start to write down my ideas. Though on my days off, I can't seem to relax and put my ideas to paper. I always feel distracted by something somehow. I can't seem to focus.

I know I want to make a series of short stories, but I want to sell them. I don't know where to start looking for either. I simply don't want to get ripped off.

Or Loneliness or just feeling that nobody cares?

Why is it that we talk about others if our life is our own? And if it belongs to only us, why can't we just live our own lives without people going on and talking about us all the time?

Or is it that others see to it that they will never find love, so they continue to be alone in life?

It's like nothing matters. Of course things do, how else does life go on? So how come I feel the need to just give up on everything in life. Is it really that simple? How do I change this?

Can't think of anything, and have tried but nothing is working.

Could there be a reason behind it? If I name it here please point this out to me and how I can fix it! I fear looking nice for fear that someone may think I really like them and the only reason I make myself look nice is for that person to think I might like them. Though if I made a change it would only be for myself. But people still make stupid rude comments ever when I look my best. And people always say negative things about me. What should I do not to worry about my self changes and be myself?

Why is it that(adults or anyone )-they have to be labeled as Antisocial, or called a psychopath? Why is it considered wrong to be this way in society?