I concur, OP. Let me explain.
I was born a “prototype”. First-born.
Ergo, I was damaged as a fetus during my mother’s pregnancy due to environmental factors (toxic chemical fumes, possibly) and genetic mutations in the process that “malformed” me.
In contrast, next several siblings were “perfected” and all of them successful and happier with families of their own with children and houses. (I have to be vague to respect the need for privacy without disparagement or something.)
I have gotten uglier as I age. Now in my 40’s. Photography hates me as brutally objective. I am not bad looking IRL as long as I groom, but photography renders me a perpetual reject.
That (too ugly to be photographed) is why I refuse to bother with, say, dating apps and web sites. I was even rejected by eHarmony over a decade ago, if that tells you about how utterly irredeemable and worthless I am.
Lately, I survived iron-deficiency anemia that almost killed me while I hiked up the mountain. I vomited. I depend on iron high potency OTC drug, two heart prescriptions and one esophagus prescription.
My health getting worse as I age. I have over two or three dozen health problems according to the long list within a health care patient account.
I see the writing on the wall.
That I will never, ever find a girlfriend to marry and father children (strictly daughters only, because autism [I have Asperger disorder as belatedly diagnosed] passes down to son in the straight-down parent to offspring linear whereas it’s completely random for daughter).
I am trying to find ways to cope with my utterly worthless existence.
I’m akin to a crippled lamb that should be slaughtered mercilessly for meat, or for being worthless.
I’m a failed prototype experiment for my (ultra religious esp. my neurotic mother and ignorant sociopath father) parents.
I do not want to rope. (Yet.)
Suicidal thoughts thousands of times in my life, yet afraid to do it.
This said…cheers
to Russia!
Fuck this world with nukes.
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