I'm boring. I have no (not low) self esteem. I've been burned by everyone I know. I don't feel like I am capable of pleasing a woman sexually, conversationally, or any which way. I don't like to drink so I don't do bars. I don't like to dance so I don't go clubbing. I don't like tv if it's not scifi or fantasy of some sort. I only seem to read stephen king books and scientific american magazine. I have very little free time and most of my time spent not working (ie my weekends) I have my son. I'm lonely because at the moment the universe started expanding into what we call the big bang all the dominos started falling down in order and my lonely existence is an inescapable and unchangable subset of those dominos. does that make sense to anyone but me? God I hate the wierd things I say. I hate that I use the word God because I don't believe. I hate that I capitalize the "G" in God because I feel it should be god. I hate that I'm not a hateful person towards anyone, even my cheating lying stealing x-wife, but that I cannot seem to stop hating myself. Is it possible there is a medical condition which results in unexplained self hating? way off topic.... sorry everyone... but maybe not as reading this should show anyone why I am and will forever be alone, and being forever alone will always make me feel lonely.
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