I have have no personality and no passions. I've read so many boring pseudy books for the pseud cred, I don't even like books anymore.
I'm such a hopeless consumercuck, though ironically I invented the phrase consumercuck/producerbull dichotomy.
I just had a big burger king binge and I need to give up junk food now or else I'll be fat as fuck when I go back to London.
I couldn't talk about any topic for 10 minutes in any depth.
I'm so ugly and meek and beta. My life is on hard mode.
For over 5 years I have wasted the vast majority of my free time on mindless internet browsing. I don't have the initiative to do productive stuff in my free time.
I'm 28. My youth is wasted. I had lots of free time and I wasted it. My life from now will be a 9-5 black hole grind. 5 o'clock if I'm lucky.
I have wasted incredible amounts of money on junk food and coffee. I should be financially secure. But I'm not.
I'm a nofriends loser. I haven't had any friends since school, female attention ever, or ever been to a pub, club, or party. I'm too blackpilled to have motivation.
I am unironically jealous of zoomers for their youth and social media happiness.
I hated my boring degree, so I missed out on any intellectually productive work. I have read many books but only for the pseud cred, so I have forgotten almost everything.
I can't stand life rules or systems. All spooks feel like I am being existentially cucked. I want to stay within the primordial spookless state but it leaves me so vulnerable.
Normies have easy fucking lives. They simply glide through institutions filled with normies while being judged solely on their normieness.
For years I have binged on junk food almost every day and lately it has become more frequent and I'm genuinely fat.
I'm British but I can't handle the bantz. I'm not American but I'm fat. I'm an autist with no attention span. I have above average intelligence but nothing to think of but my loserdom. I exercise but have an awful diet.