Everyone moves on, except me - sh.itjust.works

I’m sure by now all my “friends” from childhood are either married, with kids, even divorced or probably a few of them in prison or six feet under. Yet I’m still here, living with my mother, sexless, without a job, without studies, etc… I gave up the moment I realized how much my life sucked and how miserable I was even when I had a job, or when I went to the gym. Nothing changed, still never got laid, never got real friends, people still treated me like crap or like I’m a ghost. Any “flame” or desire I had to do anything had died. I’m sure some of you think this is a request of help or something, is not. I’m not trying to get your sympathy. I’m just saying that my life is worthlessb and there’s nothing I can do or I will do about it. “Why you post this?” Because I can, that’s it. I’m well aware that I’m defective, no women want a dude this weak but this is me, I can’t erase myself, becoming someone else would kill me, i see how men that try to get attention dress, act and the things they archive for it… It disgust me. That’s not me. And no, I’m not a good person, I know. But there’s worse people out there with families and success, so I don’t think that’s mandatory to have a more “generic” successful life. I’m going back to sleep, sometimes I wish I wouldn’t wake up anymore. (This is about me, not you, there’s no reason you should get mad at me, think about it before you comment).