I truly don’t understand the point of trying to date anymore. Or having any hope or optimism. When am I finally going to accept that this bullshit is the best it’s going to get?
I’m still short, fat, lonely, ugly, shy, awkward, boring, and have no confidence at all. I still binge eat.
And nothing I do works! I go to the gym and I’m still fat and have no muscle. I go to therapy and I’m still depressed and binge eating. I go out to social events and still nobody talks to me or approaches me. I take photos for dating apps and I look fat and ugly in all of them.
But I should have gotten use to this by now. I’ve been ugly all my life. I’ve had to sit back and watch my more successful friends get hit on, find someone they like, get married, start a family, while I’m still a fat fucking pig wallowing by himself.
I tried hobbies but anybody who has ever done a hobby knows it’s a stupid way to meet potential partners. Besides, hobbies are a waste of time anyway. None of my friends have ever set me up with anyone else, probably because they know I’m too ugly to be in a relationship.
And to make matters worse, everybody around me is moving on with their lives. My friends are coupling up, getting married, starting families, and I’m not doing anything. I’m a miserable sad fucking loser.
At this point why not give up? It’s obviously not getting any better. The dating scene fucking sucks nowadays. If you didn’t lock in your high school or college sweetheart then tough luck I guess. But for some reason I’m just too fucking stupid to give up.