Robots, tell me your life story. why are you miserable?

robots, tell me your life story. why are you miserable?

obviously don't post here if you're living a happy life.

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Shit childhood gave me debilitating mental illness.

I honestly have no clue, possibly some generic nihilistic outlook on life or something

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i had cancer before i started high school and i was bullied throughout all my high school years for having cancer.

still to this day i wish cancer killed me.

>bullied for having cancer
That's fucking savage. What a bunch of animals you were thrown in with.

i was an even bigger target because i had a testicular germ cell tumor and needed chemo so i lost all my hairs and was wearing a beanie in the summer.

lack of friends + mental mindgames by my classmates + laziness

because i hit a brick wall when it came to getting a job, then again i never really wanted one and getting friends, ive given up on both, want to die, but cant actually do it

All my friends have left me and I don't have a job or a car. I am literally empty and I can hardly even utilize my only escape (music) to feel better about myself

>be me
>broke entire arm and blew out shoulder in tenth grade
>not allowed to go to school for 6 months
>forced to teach myself
>literally given 6 months of books tests homework everything, had to do it all
>toomuchwork.jpg
>gave up on school
>still a beta fag so military isnt an option for me
>colleges wont accept me cause my GPA is trash
>"but its never to late for college"
>fell in to wage cuck lifestyle and am having trouble escaping
>gave up on friends
>gave up on video games
>gave up on all extracurricular activities
>wake up at 8am
>work at 10am
>work until 1030pm
>rinse and repeat 6 days a week
>still cant survive cause americucked

>feel different and abnormal as a kid
>repress all emotions, expression
>father kills himself
>start drinking
>still drinking only difference is that my stomach hurts after 5-6 cups of wine a night unlike before

Bad genes and bad parenting I guess. It took me 30 years to realize a lot of bad things about my life. Now I don't have any energy to do anything about it and just waiting for death.

>anxiety all my life
>was an abnormal baby since I rarely showed emotion, just sat in my chair without doing anything accoding to my mum
>fell in love with video games at a young age
>had to be taken out of school to be homeschooled in 3rd grade because anxiety was so bad I couldnt function in class
>be homeschooled for the rest of my school years
>anxiety improves and I got therapy but now lose social skills, any friends I once had, and become a recluse
>was basically NEET during my entire homeschool time, parents never bothered helping me get friends or social skills when I was young
>parents eventually go a bit nuts and start getting into the anti-gmo, anti-vax, alternative medicine bullshit
>develop scoliosis
>parents never take me to the doc for it because they think it's caused by sitting down playing vidya
>now look like the hunchback if notre dame
>develop depression in my late teens
>parents just think their quack medicine and oils and help me
>ended up going to a psychologist at 16-17
>diagnosed with PDD-NOS, social anxiety and depression
>at 18 they make me take a personality disorder test and i get diagnosed with avoidant
>19 now and dont know what to do

I'm miserable because I am the definition of a wagecuck. I live every second in either mind-crushing fear of being fired or the stress of deadlines. Every day I am allotted about four hours of free time (6 pm - 10 pm) where I play video games and smoke weed. Occasionally I'll ask someone to get drinks or something, but most days I'm too mentally exhausted to want to go out. I live for the weekends, and even then, I feel like I have to dedicate a full 24 of my allotted 48 hours of freedom just to decompress from the week.

On top of that, I worry that my friends and colleagues think that I'm not working hard enough, or that I'm a slacker, or a hiki because I stay in so much, when I feel like I'm constantly busting my ass. I try so fucking hard, but I wear myself out. I want to hang out with them / take on extra work / whatever, I just don't have the energy.

I feel like things would be much easier if I worked 4 days a week instead of 5. Maybe one day I'll get rich and things will be easier.

>Parents get divorced when I was 2
>Dad has to work his ass off, eventually starts working as a contractor
>Started moving every 1-2 months
>Never go to school at all
>Live entire childhood as an alone NEET while seeing my dad around an hour a day

It made me go crazy desu, I hate myself so much that I feel like I'm destined to be alone and feel guilty if anyone is nice to me.

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Was born and raised in west Philadelphia. On the playground was where I spent most of my days chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool... shootin some b-ball outside of the school... but a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood.

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'.

>abusive alcoholic father
>dumb and selfish mother
>occasionally bullied at school because of my height
>never had more than 1 "friend"
>had a shitty relationship (still a virgin but not kissless)
>doing bad at /uni/ (at least it's free)
>diagnosed with BPD (I kinda doubt it tho)
>antidepressants won't do shit for me
>horrible teeth (they are clean but look weird as fuck)
It could be worse, but whatever

escort stacey wont return my texts

this girl is from "what does the fox say" by the way. it's a manhua. or maybe a manwha, i forget.

I'm just a lazy fucking faggot who doesn't want to work. I know my mom isn't going to be around forever but I can't seem to give a shit. I'm not happy but I just don't have the drive to do anything.

Severe anxiety like everyone here, also extreme self acceptance issues. Idc what anyone calls me, I hate myself I think I'm ugly as shit and I wish my mom would have swallowed me.

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>sperg
>weak father who I never got to see until he sold his business when I was 9, working controlling mother who made significant efforts to feminize me since childhood
>both of them babied me and called me a genius when I very clearly wasn't
>very poorly socialized, most of my friends outside of school were obviously forced to hang out with me
>only true friend I ever had was manipulative and abusive
>became depressed in high school, smoked weed every day, never gave a shit, shut myself off from literally everyone in senior year
>e-date a trap on kik, was happy for maybe a week and then felt nothing but disgust and self-loathing whenever he messaged me
>forced to go to college by my mother despite obvious mental problems
>drop out after two months of being a hikikomori and barely eating
And now I'm back home wagecucking instead of working out and bettering myself. My stoner dad lets himself get pegged by my whore mom who cheats on him and is becoming more and more feminine by the day. My younger brother is a literal chad and has no respect for me because I was never there for him when he needed me and I tormented him because I had no control over anyone else. I don't know what to do.

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>experiencing depression
You're all a bunch of wannabee normalfags

I don't understand you guys at all. What's the appeal of sex? What's the appeal in having someone scream vulgarities in your ear during the single biggest violation of personal space I've ever experienced. Friends are annoying, girlfriends are annoying, people are annoying. Someone explain to me why someone who can spend all their time playing video games, reading, watching movies and anime would ever waste their time with the 'other people' meme.

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