Hello everyone. First I'm going to give some background about me and then my problem, as in my opinion the problem actually comes from my background.
By background I'm referring to my life before I decided to change and go for every dream and though I have, some more private information I prefer not to tell such as, where I was born, where I live now, and so on, but to start off with when I was 14 my parents decided to move to a different country, and right now I'm 17. I'm a college student(my first year), met some new friends and I'm a still virgin.
Well, all my life the brutality of my dad's decisions and thoughts changed my perspective of life and reality, which lead me to become extremely obsessed with computers and new technologies, while I was losing the most exciting and beautiful time of my life. I had this natural libel thought of making someone proud of me overthrowing making me feel and expand MY own creative childish thoughts away and vanishing like the moon does when the sun appears, and so I started at a very early age pushing myself as hard towards the top, but never managed to make it right, and why? Because I wasn't doing it for me, for my own enjoyment and own pleasure, and the more you try the more you fail, the more you want the less you have and the time you need to make that person proud the twice less time you need to disappoint that person.
I've had a couple of girlfriends, but there is always this feeling of something I've forgotten and something is missing. Is it the voice that for several years decided what was right or wrong, what was perfect or ugly? The voice of what you should or should not do? The voice of "do what you want" giving away in those words the "I just want your best" and you just want to accept it? This is just about me! Right?
I have courage to say "no", I just don't have the courage to stay up with my decision while my mum cries crocodile tears. What about the silent room that I create full of fear, hate, imprisoned tears and dead thoughts inside of me and the tension of my kept breath that was once created my a ridiculously stupid thought of "they understand that they still have the power" in the end, that's what they want.
This year at college everything is different, including me. Now there is this girl, as there was a lot more before, that keeps looking and smiling at me. She's blue eyes, long brown hair, and I can't even look at her properly! I don't know anything, apart from: The need of talking to her. But that's exactly where all my problems comes from.
My friends think it's as easy as going up to her and start talking. And it could be if I wasn't programmed to make every output come out perfectly (Ending up failing anyway). I can't help myself. I'm afraid of the wrong, bad, disgusting, end... I don't know what to say, do, feel, think; I'd probably end up leaving without even getting close to her (Just having a second thought).
It's not as easy as just let it go, for me it needs to have a pattern, and for me there is only one right way. This makes me sad and revolts me for the simple reason of not being able of thinking and reacting for myself, without needing to ask for help in forums. I don't want to talk to my friends either about this (Too embarrassing?!).
By background I'm referring to my life before I decided to change and go for every dream and though I have, some more private information I prefer not to tell such as, where I was born, where I live now, and so on, but to start off with when I was 14 my parents decided to move to a different country, and right now I'm 17. I'm a college student(my first year), met some new friends and I'm a still virgin.
Well, all my life the brutality of my dad's decisions and thoughts changed my perspective of life and reality, which lead me to become extremely obsessed with computers and new technologies, while I was losing the most exciting and beautiful time of my life. I had this natural libel thought of making someone proud of me overthrowing making me feel and expand MY own creative childish thoughts away and vanishing like the moon does when the sun appears, and so I started at a very early age pushing myself as hard towards the top, but never managed to make it right, and why? Because I wasn't doing it for me, for my own enjoyment and own pleasure, and the more you try the more you fail, the more you want the less you have and the time you need to make that person proud the twice less time you need to disappoint that person.
I've had a couple of girlfriends, but there is always this feeling of something I've forgotten and something is missing. Is it the voice that for several years decided what was right or wrong, what was perfect or ugly? The voice of what you should or should not do? The voice of "do what you want" giving away in those words the "I just want your best" and you just want to accept it? This is just about me! Right?
I have courage to say "no", I just don't have the courage to stay up with my decision while my mum cries crocodile tears. What about the silent room that I create full of fear, hate, imprisoned tears and dead thoughts inside of me and the tension of my kept breath that was once created my a ridiculously stupid thought of "they understand that they still have the power" in the end, that's what they want.
This year at college everything is different, including me. Now there is this girl, as there was a lot more before, that keeps looking and smiling at me. She's blue eyes, long brown hair, and I can't even look at her properly! I don't know anything, apart from: The need of talking to her. But that's exactly where all my problems comes from.
My friends think it's as easy as going up to her and start talking. And it could be if I wasn't programmed to make every output come out perfectly (Ending up failing anyway). I can't help myself. I'm afraid of the wrong, bad, disgusting, end... I don't know what to say, do, feel, think; I'd probably end up leaving without even getting close to her (Just having a second thought).
It's not as easy as just let it go, for me it needs to have a pattern, and for me there is only one right way. This makes me sad and revolts me for the simple reason of not being able of thinking and reacting for myself, without needing to ask for help in forums. I don't want to talk to my friends either about this (Too embarrassing?!).