M. 34. Unfortunately I will never get companionship, never being with a woman, so that means no kids, until recently i was doing a miserable job, now I’m unemployed. I don’t have friends and still living with my family since I can’t survive alone, we’re low class…
Seriously, what’s the point? Please don’t tell me to just live and go out there and explore the world, to leave everything behind, that’s not possible. I always despised “exploring” that’s why I stay in my room most of the time, even when I had a job. But I know how some of you will respond…
I guess there’s no point. Someone had to lose this fucking game.
Only commenting when you can be dismissive of people trying to do or say anything to lift you up. Have you ever considered that the problem is your shitty fucking attitude? Fix it. Then your life will be better. But you don’t want that, it seems. You just want to shoot down any help you receive when you keep asking for it. At this point, it’s clear what your problem is. You just don’t want to hear it or do anything about it. You can be less miserable. You just don’t seem to want to be less miserable.
Fuck me then. I guess I deserve to fucking die. I’m just… Me. And I won’t change.
The fuck does that mean? You can’t be you unless you are filled with despair and unpleasantness? Utter nonsense. You changed to get like this, you change every day.
So…your dilemma is that you’re miserable and wish you weren’t. But you refuse to change.
So you’re determined to stay miserable. If that’s the case, fine. Do you, but don’t expect other people to have sympathy for you if you’re just an unrelenting asshole and trying to pawn off the responsibility for your misery on others.
Read some Camus. But hE’s DeAD sO fUCk hIm right?
Get over yourself. Change if you don’t want to be miserable. But if you’re determined not to, stop fucking asking everyone to validate your feelings.