Here's me chatting with Joe Biden:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HHZ7zXLvOkY
Note the comments. That's what people think of me when I speak!
My abject existence only grows more dire as the days pass by. I tried meeting this guy yesterday, and it was such a disaster. You could write a what-not-to-do when meeting someone for the first time book based off of what I did.
Maybe it was the copious amount of benzos I took before meeting him, or maybe it was self-sabatage because I hate myself? It's probably a little of both. All I know is a tried to message him today to apologize, and he hasn't messaged back. I always ruin any chance I have at anything good.
I'm only good for being used at this point. At least letting guys use me satisfies my desire to be treated like garbage. If only there could be broken glass on the ground as I service them so that the jagged edges would cut into my knees. If only they would choke me and beat me within an inch of my life while I do it. No, better still would be if they finished me off completely afterward.
It's not like I can be close to any of them anyway. None of them like me. I know they're disappointed when they meet me. Any guy who even tries to get to know me, which is something I am going to entirely avoid after my debacle last night, is entirely put off by me. I don't have anything in common with them, and no one wants to be near someone who'd rather be dead than interacting with them.
The only thing that comforts me now besides fleeting distractions is looking at the stars at night. I love how small and insignificant they prove me to be. I always pick out a star and wonder if there's a planet like ours orbiting it. Do those beings live as we do? Hopefully not. Little could be worse than life here as we've made it. If reincarnation is real, I would never allow myself to incarnate to this miserable rock again. I would demand to go to one of those other worlds, so far away from here where it's hard and brutish. Life there would be better than here.