I do. If I still haven’t gotten laid by the age of 25, I’ll probably kill myself by my 26th or 30th birthday. If I make it to then. But for right now, I’m trying Tinder and haven’t picked up anybody. I can’t go outside because of my family holding me back in life. My plans I need to keep secret because I don’t want to attract the FBI’s attention, but I’ve had to suffer under the worst conditions for a decade now. I can’t continue carrying on like this. My hairline is close to being susceptible to receding within a few years. My prime is running out. I have never had a girlfriend or a female friend in general, not even as an acquaintance. Women are so fucking inconsiderate. They think that you’re picky for not aiming for the lowest common denominator there is while demanding high standards for men at the same time. I’m out. I just hope that I take as many of my enemies out to hell along with me before I check out.
