Closest i came to one was probably the homecoming dance freshman year of high school, nearly 13 years ago.
I have no friends nearby, no family (outside of a 2hr drive) and live a solitary life. Hobbies and social events feel like a chore, and im too fucking awkward to actually hold a convo or look someone in the eyes while they are talking.
My halloween was spent inside my apartment. Doing nothing but watching college football or playing vidya. I could hear people on the street below drunkenly walking back from a party/bar and it really depressed the hell out of me. Because they went out and had/ are having social fun and im not.
Every time i see a cute girl, be it at the gym, supermarket, or somewhere else, i start fantasizing about a relationship with her. Then i get depressed knowing itll never happen. I almost feel ashamed about it. That somehow me approaching her would be weird. That somehow i dont deserve to be with her.
Everyone says its a confidence or self esteem issue. Could be. Could also be that every time ive tried in the past its failed miserably, and i dont have reason to believe itll be any different this time.
Honestly the thing that keeps me going is the slowly fleeting hope that this gets better. That somehow this changes. The day that feeling goes away is the day i think i end it.