Give me a cold beer. I need one.

My life has gone crazy this year. Completely off the rails crazy. I don't know how to make it short - it's an entire fucking book. So i will skip to the latest chapter instead. I wrote it in the previous thread but it got deleted.

So i accidentally pulled a goth gf. Not an egirl goth, but an actual tradgoth. I don't know how. It just happened. She chose me, she decided to keep in contact with me, she decided to try and add me to her social circle, she doesn't decline my advances but tries to set boundaries, she saw right through my 'tism and deliberately said to explain what i mean and she takes extra time to explain shit she wants me to understand. She wants to see me again for some reason. I don't know what's so special about me to recieve such treatment. She wants to see me on the concert next week in the best fucking goth outfit i can pull off and i've been scrounging through like a billion thrift stores for clothes because i lost like 30 fucking kilos in the last 6 months so all my clothes are so fucking baggy and ugly i just HAVE to replace my wardrobe because even if i look hard enough i don't have a single fucking piece of clothing to build the rest of the outfit on. I fumbled like 10 times already and she still has patience for me, i just don't understand. I was just a guy who went to a concert alone and danced went non-verbal on the dance floor.

That's good news. The bad news is that my brain is completely fried due to self-hate so it REFUSES to believe such a thing could happen. I've been having random anxiety attacks and panic attacks again just thinking that i can fuck it up somehow and she leaves. I've been obsessed with her. I have dreams about her. I have to check my messenger to check if she was real and our conversations were real or it was something i hallucinated. It's honestly insane.

>>76487303
THIS. The dancepill just works.