It was over before it began. I'm a slave. I'm cannon fodder. Love doesn't exist. My life is meaningless. There will never be a light at the end of the tunnel. This is it. This is all it ever was. I will never be a delusional good looking normie. It's over. I am only able to accept it from all of the abuse. Maybe if I wasn't abused so heavily from every angle, family, friends, authority figures then perhaps I could cope like a normie but I don't get that luxury. I'm not valued enough. I'm an annoyance. A stain, an obstacle in the way of a normie's vision. I am trash who is to be treated as such.