I'm 28, I've never had a gf, I've never had sex, I've never had anything of the good shit in life really, just an awful lot of the bad shit. I was always too ugly, or assumptions were made about what was in my pants based on my slightly unmasculine appearance and I was never a super macho guy anyway. You see I was always more into music and the beautiful things in life and was shy and introverted to boot, not a jock, not a loud obnoxious or aggressive guy, just a regular "nice guy". Thus boring. 

Well I guess I paid the price. 28 years on and my life is in the darkest place it's ever been. I dropped out of college, where I never fit in nor got laid anyway, and currently dig ditches and other assorted shit work for minimum or below minimum wage. I have had a million and a half jobs and worked harder than half of the gen Zers who are getting it on as I write this but none of that matters because they're better looking than me. I am still the object of small dick jokes or people looking at me smartass cockheaded as if I'm a fucking martian with two heads. I punish my body running and biking and doing manual labor but I know time is no longer on my side so my efforts may all be in vain and I will never look like the guys who pose shirtless with their girls on social media. Now I get to watch as guys younger than me parade their girl around in front of me, looking at me knowingly as if to say "eat your heart out bitch". I will never know young love or young sex now. As a 5'7" less than 130 lb guy with 6.25" of cock that looks like an inchworm when it's not hard I know that I will never be what girls are naturally drawn to anyway. That's the hard truth I am swallowing. I'm just trash, garbage. A trash bag left on the side of the curb to rot and fester with maggots and flies and grow old alone, because as the stats say 80% of women have sex with 20% of men and argue if you want but women are the ones who choose men and you cannot force it to be any other way. I am gonna smoke a bowl, write a long letter to my loved ones describing how I have tried to be strong for so long now and keep holding out hope I would find love and meaning in life but I have grown so tired and weary and can't even find the simple joys in life anymore and how badly I suffer and I think everyone will be better off without me because I am becoming a miserable person anyway. Then I will blow my head off. I cannot live another day like this.