I don’t sit in the basement making memes lamenting how women don’t go for ‘nice guys.’ I try to live my life. I don’t sit around feeling sorry for myself. I honestly believe it’s due to the fact that I’m severely physically deformed, I’m in a wheelchair, and I have burn marks over most of my body, including my face.
I bring a book with me to read, and aside from that, my goal is to eat/drink something really good. I visited a bunch of doctors, and most of them said, ‘There’s nothing you can do about it.’ I go out now and then, but I keep to myself. Doing so much as vacuuming my home has me needing to sit down and recover for a while. I can’t play sports due to chronic physical problems: because of an accident I had when I was 21, my back, my knees and my feet shoot up in pain if I exert myself. Really, I don’t play games because I find them entertaining, but rather because it’s the only effective way I found to kill time. I do nothing but play video games outside of work, and every other hobby bores me to tears. I became an adult, but I’m really an eternal teenager. Next thing I knew, they were telling everyone about the latest awkward thing I attempted, and I would never hear the end of it.
It was so bad that some girls pretended to want to begin a relationship with me so as to get me to let my guard down. My family moved a lot where I was young, and I found a way to get bullied at every school I went to. I was never able to form any lasting friendships.
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