-I'm a lonely, 30 year old guy who suffers from a chronic health condition nobody believes, despite my efforts to learn about proof of it.

- I have zero talents or intelligence, having previously been fired from every job I've been in, including voluntary ones, for being incompetent. 

- My family once had me confined to a mental hospital, for madness and claiming I was pretending to be ill, under the guise of claiming I was suicidal. The experience has remained on my records ever since, and is the first thing anyone sees - in other words every doctor I see thinks I'm mad.

- I have never found love, not even a boyfriend. I'm nerdy, ugly, physically weak and incredibly stupid. 

- It took me my entire lifetime just to begin to learn to tie my shoes. Whenever I try to learn something I can call a hobby, I fail at it for years. People who try to teach me frequently give up because I'm too hopeless. Absolute beginners and people much much younger than me are better than me at everything I do.

- I live in total fear of my health. I can't even sleep, bathe or eat when I wish for my symptoms.

- The one thing I thought I did right in my life - a time working in Zambia before my health turned - I later learned not only was I stupidly bad at it, but they'll never allow me back if my health does improve. 

- I only have a single friend left. Everyone else has given up on me.

- From the start I'm an extremely weird person. A gay, furry nerd who acts like a child, enjoys childish things and can't do anything on his own.


There's literally nothing in my life to be happy about. Every waking moment of my life is taken up by failure, illness and loneliness. I genuinely have nothing to live for, but I also don't want to stop living. If just one person believed in me about my health, maybe I could start changing things myself, but they don't, therefore I'm bedbound for god knows how many more years until my prince comes.