I apologize in advance for posting what you probably get on here incessantly.
I really think I'm at the end of my rope. At this point, I've become more thoroughly frustrated and irate than I think I ever have.
First off, I like to think of myself as successful. I'm studying for graduate school admissions, I'm at the top of my undergrad class, I run a business, etc. I work my ass off perpetually. I obsess over my looks, clothing, and affect- without being self-diagnosing, I'm incredibly narcissistic, to the point of obsession. I obsess over keeping my apartment perfectly decorated and perfectly clean. I worry about my handwriting being organized. I constantly check myself in mirrors to ensure I look good. I'm always, always on guard. I exercise nearly two hours a day to keep fit, and I sometimes starve myself because I don't have a six pack despite years of weight lifting- mainly because I can't keep myself from eating a big meal sometimes. A single social faux pas can have me so pissed off at myself I throw things around my apartment.
I've been having largely relationship issues. The problem is, I really want a girlfriend- and I often get to date girls. But I can't stand them. Every single girl I've dated, without question, ends up being slutty to me- they are all the types who have screwed countless guys, or those who have had long ex-boyfriends. They always seem to be constantly comparing me to their great exes, or otherwise making it clear I was the "safe" choice. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs, so the presumption is because I'm working to be successful I'm a good "catch"- so, when they are done with their "fun" guys, they seem to insinuate I'm their safety net. Even the idea infuriates me. I can't see them, but every other guy they preferred over me, and every other guy they compare me to.
A second factor is depression. I went through a severe bout of depression last year, and it's still lingering on in my life to this day. Every time I think of myself as inadequate- when I can't weight lift right, when these girls talk about their exes, when i get less than an A in a course- I want to kill myself or others. I've made some defined attempts to kill myself, and I've often contemplated killing someone randomly on the street. These thoughts often are not impassioned anger- they sometimes are- but sometimes they are scarily calm, or serene. I just decide I want to blow out my own brains for my ineptitude. Every attempt I've made has failed. No-one knows I have tried. I clean up well, so to say.
The main issue here is that I'm a virgin, and somehow it bothers me. I want to treat sex as something great, but not only has my lack of experience been distancing, but I feel like it's violated by these girls who have experience more than me. Somehow, however arbitrary, sex is the last bastion of hope I have for the world. Other than that, I can't help but think that everything is irreparably perverse and ruined, and nothing I can do can make it nice again. I want sex, but I want something nice. I want a girl I can love. I've had plenty of opportunities just to screw something.
I really want a normal life. I want the ability to be like everyone else. I want to be able to relax socially. I want to be perfect and wanted by girls who aren't slutty. And none of that will come.
I'm basically at the end of my rope. I keep having dreams about killing myself or others, or about being abandoned. I really have no idea what to do. Everyone I know thinks I'm some sort of great person, but I'm losing it. I lie my rear off to psychiatrists who ask me.
Any thoughts? Sorry for the long post.