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People hate the fact that I am alive. People thought that I would be dead by now. I had a high school classmate read my palm and said that I would have a short life. I'm still alive and I don't know why. I can't die yet because I haven't bought my burial plot and coffin yet. Does asking some if they bought a coffin sound out of the ordinary? I don't feel that the question is out of the ordinary.
I only know loneliness. Meeting new people frightens me. Why should I meet new people? I have already proven that I am the most undatable man in America. Most every single woman in Colorado Springs, CO. are tag chasers. If I were to be on Denver's 16th Street Mall with flowers, sweets and a engagement ring size 7, every single woman that walks on my would reject me. They have fear over faith. What's to be afraid of? Human companionship has eluded me for most of my life. I will never be a normal person.
I have my vices and faults. No single woman would accept this. Trusting people is out of the picture for me. If I do have mental illness, I got it from my father.
That is all for this post. I'm not feeling as much pain as Elliot Rodger did when he was alive.
