I've just taken a look and realised how annoyingly shite my life is.
I haven't had a shag in an entire year. The fact that I've only ever attracted one girl enough to sleep with me should be a wakeup call. Maybe I should give up entirely. I ******** hate not being a popular guy.
Whilst everybody else is content being average. They digust me. Why should I be satisfied with the norm? Why should I settle with what I have? What the ******** is the point? Everybody leads their lives contently, they're all so happ. Why am I so constantly miserable? I want my life to be worth something.
I've decided to live to enjoy everything. Why is nothing happening? The fairytale world in which our comically shy hero gets the girl doesn't exist. Of course I'm a failure of society, I hate fitting in, whilst so badly wanting to be as popular a the guy next door: Having a girlfriend, or ******** around as I please. I can do neither. What criteria must I meet to enjoy life? Should I be content with the lack of pleasure that every other person is able to obtain? Am I destined to be "that guy" who doesn't really have any friends, but only people who stay because they feel guilty to leave me.
Even my parents expect me to be enjoying myself. I continue to lie to them for their own peace of mind, which I feel to be a selfless act. Why the ******** can everybody who wants something have it excpt for me? What makes me so socially inadept that I can't obtain friends or lovers? Maybe I can work on that.
I'm having such a horrible time.
******** it.
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