Well, mainly because of the fact that every single thing that I have ever done, or ever even tried to do, regarding any factor in or part of life… ever… has failed.
Yep… every single one. No matter what.
Doesn’t generate good feelings about oneself.
Broke. Falling farther and farther and farther behind.
I did have a handful of friends. They say they still are. Maybe they still are. I don’t know anymore.
Same with family. Abandoned. Rejected.
The worst thing is being alone. So god damned alone. There has never been a significant other. I do not believe that there ever will be one. I don’t. Just try and convince me. Go on. Go ahead. I am, apparently, rather repulsive. Or so evidence suggests.
And so, I often think up ways to make it all stop.
A couple got the girl I love upset because I put them on Facebook.
That was heartening. Almost like there is actually a light at the end of the tunnel.
I hope there is. You can’t believe how much I hope that.
I hope some day, some way, at a point before my deathbed comes, that I will finally, finally, do something right.