They/them. As if that really matters anymore. Reality isn't so kind.

I exist, I guess. Unfortunately. I didn't make that decision.

There really isn't much of anything else to note. I'm overall unmemorable, useless, and deserving of the worst.

I see pretending like you're worth and deserving more as a person than you actually are... is nothing more than mere delusion. Someone like me who has gone this far in life as an antisocial failure, will remain a failure until the day I just cut it short and surrender. It's not like it'll have much of an impact in the first place.

There *are* people who care, i'd be an asshole to say otherwise... But what I also know... is that most people couldn't care less about dealing with somebody so problematic, and opt to try and pass them off elsewhere, as if that's not a slap in the face regardless of intention.
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