FrustratedWhiteMale
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I am 57. When I was a kid, there was a YMCA near me that had frequent trips. Sometimes local, like to museums, to overnight, to Washington, Philadelphia. I'd beg my parents to go, which they did. No luck. The kids picked on me, called me names, etc. They had events / trips every week, and I went. Sam story
I begged my parents to go to sleep away camp. Same story.
I asked my parents to send me candy, to give to the other boys. same story.
I brought gams with me, like cards, Monopoly, Scrabble to make conversation with the other boys, No luck.
In college, they had trips, like to Hershey Park. I sat on the bus alone, ate alone. The kids split up into groups, I was left out.
I live in New York. Many people. I go to Meetups and other groups. I try ton talk to people, but the conversation dies a quick death. So IncelTears will say leave your mother's basement, but it has NEVER worked. I would scour the paper for events to go to. I would to fit in a bar, and clubs are completely out of the question for me. I pretty much gave up trying to make friends. I bought a sex doll and that's it.
After I die of natural causes, they'll find my rotting corpse, still in my mother's basement. I have no family, no friends.
Perhaps after I die, my mother will be waiting for me in heaven.
Like when I was in the thirds grade, and all the parents would wait for their kids.
When ever I had a bad day I would always come home to my mother who'd comfort me.
Perhaps after I die this miserable life, my mother will be waiting for me, just like at the end of third grade.
I begged my parents to go to sleep away camp. Same story.
I asked my parents to send me candy, to give to the other boys. same story.
I brought gams with me, like cards, Monopoly, Scrabble to make conversation with the other boys, No luck.
In college, they had trips, like to Hershey Park. I sat on the bus alone, ate alone. The kids split up into groups, I was left out.
I live in New York. Many people. I go to Meetups and other groups. I try ton talk to people, but the conversation dies a quick death. So IncelTears will say leave your mother's basement, but it has NEVER worked. I would scour the paper for events to go to. I would to fit in a bar, and clubs are completely out of the question for me. I pretty much gave up trying to make friends. I bought a sex doll and that's it.
After I die of natural causes, they'll find my rotting corpse, still in my mother's basement. I have no family, no friends.
Perhaps after I die, my mother will be waiting for me in heaven.
Like when I was in the thirds grade, and all the parents would wait for their kids.
When ever I had a bad day I would always come home to my mother who'd comfort me.
Perhaps after I die this miserable life, my mother will be waiting for me, just like at the end of third grade.