I blame everyone for not letting me have a gf.

I often ironically blame everyone else for my problems, but I realize that the irony is just a mask and I actually hold a deep-set hatred for all that is not me.

I realise I'm shit.

I realise I've fucked up on many many occasions.

I didn't ask to be born so that I can experience this pain.

I don't have the strength to kill myself and I don't have the strength to continue living this life filled with failure and regret.

What the fuck is there for me? Nothing. I've got no place in this world. I sleep hoping I'll die in my sleep and yet I wake up every morning. This is unbearable. This is torture. Fuck everything.

>Who here /crippled by debilitating regret/?
>Who here /crippled by idealism/?

These describes me rather well at the moment, but I don;t blame anyone else for it. I know that I'm a fuckup.