Thanks, but I've done all that - got as fit as I could, got the attention of the type of women I like, got engaged after 2 years of dating and 5 months into our engagement she got hit by a drunk driver driving home from her shift as a nurse only 7 months after graduating from nursing school - she was in a coma on life support for 6 days until she lost consciousness. The fuckin asshole drunk who hit her only got 20 years for involuntary vehicular manslaughter with the opportunity for parole after 10 years (2026) and I'll appeal his parole and make sure he stays for his full sentence.
Dude, that sucks, but don't take it on you. You're not responsible for what happened.
You gotta move on and live your life, get a family. She would have wanted that.
You know about the rug pull meme. That's what I got emotionally, along with life still sticking it up me where the sun doesn't shine - which it has been since before I was born.
I was born breech with my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck - which is the perfect metaphor for how I'll end up dead - and doomed to repeat another shitty, pointless life and contribute my hard earned sweat/blood/tears to their soulless society.
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