I’m trying to leave the house more, and it just seems to be an exercise in masochism. There’s nothing to do anyway, other than have a coffee and people watch. And the people aren’t all that interesting.
I’m boring and I’m bored. I almost bought a packet of cigarettes I was so bored, just so I’d feel something other than anxiety.
I’m back home now and feel much better. Time to get back to daydreaming about a better life that will never come.
Everything sucks.
I hardly go out anymore and when I do I just want to leave and come back home. I like to people watch, but find it hard to sit there and just do that.
Find an alternate happiness. Why do we make ourselves do things, like going into town for you. If it’s continually a negative experience then why do it? I made myself go to a block party the neighbors were having last night. It wasn’t devastating, but it was exhausting. I thought some of the women were avoiding me and talking about me, that everyone there thinks bad things about me, that I went overboard on smiling and looked like an idiot…I have nothing to talk about and felt anxious most of the evening. Today, I think some neighbors I met will awkwardly say hello but didn’t like me. What was the point of all that? I’m not miserable today, but I went to exhibit normal behavior and I always end up resenting that. I’m not normal…can that just be ok?
Yes, It’s your normal and thats all that matters
I sometime leave house …i like the way people celebrate their life…while sometime i envy normie people cuz i cannot do thing they can…i feel sorry to myself…!!!
Yes, lately when I go out, I too want to return home pretty quickly. 
If it’s continually a negative experience then why do it?
I’m probably going to stop. All that really leaves is a park I can go to if I ever want to get out.
A park sounds nice, and actually going into town to have a coffee and people watch sounds nice to me too, but maybe you’re tired of that? I just would like to see us all stop beating ourselves up for being who we are. We’re not so bad. 
And, when I think about last evening and what people were talking about, it’s all pretty boring. And one of the hosts of this block party was genuinely rude to me; not friendly at all. That doesn’t make me the “bad guy”, you know?
I tried to get the bus into Glasgow last week. Made it to the bus stop then came home.