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Norm640
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I’ve asked almost every girl out at my gym. I am now a creep.
Every job I’ve applied for I’ve lost. Including a recent one I thought was promising. It was only 9.50 an hour, and I can’t even get that.
I have no car. I have no home. I live with my father. I’m 38.
I’ll never have a beautiful wife, much less a family. I’ll never contribute anything to the life God gave me. I will leave no legacy. I will exit the world with barely a notice. No one thinks about me or if they do they regard me with contempt, hatred, or pity. I have failed at life.
I feel like an alien that no one can relate to. I feel like a loser. I feel like a waste.
I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what to do. I try and see the bigger picture. I try to be a good son and uncle, and brother and friend. I try to give myself to others and I like doing that. But when I do that it draws out and sharpens my loneliness.
No one likes me. I’m tired of finding something funny and having no one to share it with. I’m tired of not having the money I need to take care of my family.
I’m lost. I’m a failure. Even this post repulses me. Because all it will generate is pity. And I feel like a fraud.
I don’t know why I exist or why I feel so lonely or how I even got here. Everything is hopeless. And I feel like a fool for plodding along hoping for a change.
Every job I’ve applied for I’ve lost. Including a recent one I thought was promising. It was only 9.50 an hour, and I can’t even get that.
I have no car. I have no home. I live with my father. I’m 38.
I’ll never have a beautiful wife, much less a family. I’ll never contribute anything to the life God gave me. I will leave no legacy. I will exit the world with barely a notice. No one thinks about me or if they do they regard me with contempt, hatred, or pity. I have failed at life.
I feel like an alien that no one can relate to. I feel like a loser. I feel like a waste.
I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what to do. I try and see the bigger picture. I try to be a good son and uncle, and brother and friend. I try to give myself to others and I like doing that. But when I do that it draws out and sharpens my loneliness.
No one likes me. I’m tired of finding something funny and having no one to share it with. I’m tired of not having the money I need to take care of my family.
I’m lost. I’m a failure. Even this post repulses me. Because all it will generate is pity. And I feel like a fraud.
I don’t know why I exist or why I feel so lonely or how I even got here. Everything is hopeless. And I feel like a fool for plodding along hoping for a change.