I know that there are those who have it worse than I, so I hope that I am not looked down upon for this rant. But, I despise my life. When I was a boy I wanted to do something cool, noble, and great. I dreamed that I could be like those romantic knights in tales of old, a hero, who could save somebody he loves (romantic or Platonic love). I thought I could be somebody who matters. In the end, I am an overweight, out-of-shape, nerd that has no direction in life. I thought that if I wait patiently, my Princess would reveal herself. She has not, and death often seems preferable to this painful mortal existence. Simply put: I have a lame life, and it's chances of getting better appear as zero. | |
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