I

haven't killed anyone since 1984.

I really really need. Something.

I stopped speaking to the other sex when I thought I was too much of a loser to want to date a woman that would be willing to date me. It was years ago. I can still be friendly but I'm extremely unlikely to make a pass.

My parents wants to commit me to a mental institute. I don't wanna go. That means moving home is no longer an option. That means my options are finally and ultimately exhausted. I have nothing. Zero. Niente. I'm a one trick pony and my trick is out of date. Living after I became 20 hasn't been life. It's been one disappointment after another, I'm trying to hang on but it's hard to hang on to absolutely nothing. I have to imagine that there's something there.

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