I've had a great childhood. My parents were very loving and I never suffered any abuse. I have been given every opportunity to succeed in this world. Despite this, I see no future for myself. There is nothing motivating me to be somebody. Video games and books have been my way to escape from my line of thought, but lately they just aren't enough.
Never had much confidence in myself. I'm overweight and have poor social skills. To this day I have never had a girlfriend. You know who is to blame for all this? Me. I look like the staypuff marshmallow man because I eat every heart attack inducing food known to man without ever exercising. In fact I avoid sunlight and walking whenever possible. As for the girlfriend thing; perhaps if I ventured out and, oh I don't know, talked to people without stuttering like a retard coming off of a crack binge, this would be a non issue.
I know what I need to do in order to be happy. So why don't I follow through? What the hell is keeping me back? It's like my father keeps telling me; "Your keep sabotaging your life." I try to tell myself that there is nothing wrong with me, but it's getting harder to do so when you've been told repeatedly otherwise. I just wish I could stop feeling. Then I can finally stop caring.
I realize the internet is not the best place to express these kind of things, but I don't have any friends to talk to. I know damn well I'll never go though with suicide. If anything, this was just a way for me to vent a little. Sorry for the inconvenience.