I know it’s nobody’s fault but my own that I’m disgusting trash. I know it’s unreasonable and unrealistic to expect anyone to like me. I don’t know what is so wrong with me. I understand I’m ugly, poor, stupid, annoying, and so on. My physical attributes are underwhelming at best.

People simply do not see me in a romantic way. I do my best to avoid being a creep. I know sometimes just being looked at by someone like me is offensive. I try to never say anything that would ever make anyone uncomfortable. I read online about how to act or not act so people like you. I greet everyone by name, I ask how they are, I’m compassionate and empathetic. I’m not a man although I’m supposed to be. I wish I could take hormones and actually be a man, but they say my testosterone is fine. I’m not tough and my beard grows sporadically.

I can’t change the things that are wrong. I’m overweight but only slightly, and I only looked worse when I went lower. I’ll never get taller and I’ll always be “short” at 5’9". Fundamentally my personality is flawed. I mean, besides being ugly I’m also an extremely mediocre person. My hobbies and interests are all cringe embarrassments. Things are worse if I like them. Everything I do is wrong. I’ve never made the right decisions and I’m not successful.

Everyone else is more important than me. Everyone else matters. They deserve compassion and understanding but I do not. I hate everything about myself and have for a long time. I hate myself in the past and the future. I never suffer enough. I’m never miserable enough. I should have just done better. I remember my first mistakes began in kindergarten and only ever snowballed from there.

I try not to have unrealistic expectations. I don’t expect anyone who isn’t also flawed to like me. I’m not trying to date models. I just want to be okay existing and be accepted by regular normal people. Everyone is always dating or having intimate relations. All the worlds an orgy, but I’m not invited.

I guess all of that to say, I accept that I am an ugly loser, I accept I’m not good enough, but how do I cope with that? What’s the point of life when I’ll be excluded from so much of it?

And please, I know I should just be different, but I’m not. I wish my parents had killed me at birth. I don’t understand why they didn’t. If I could be a different person I would. If I could inhabit another body, I would. So telling me to just stop being so horrible, when every day I try my hardest not to be, won’t help. I’m already as nice, forgiving, understanding, as I can figure out how to be. I try to carefully answer. I try to say the right thing, the most helpful and ideologically correct statement.

Also no this is not AI, I’m just a psycho. This comic caused me legitimate psychological damage.

I am fully prepared to die during the revolution. I would die today if it would help advance our cause.