I hate myself, currently have 3 acronym diagnoses, haven't had a job in nearly half a decade, barely any friends the past 2-3 years, not left the apartment for 18 months except to see my therapist and the occasional trip to the store, and basically contemplate suicide every passing minute of every passing day (waiting for parents to die, I don't want to pass on the suicidal ideations to them).

While most have written me off as a lazy slob with "so much untapped potential (Mensa IQ, I used to be quite accomplished, but somehow people decided I willingly wanted to give up everything good in my life), if only he got his shit together", there are a few that occasionally comment and compliment me on doing a good job not caving to those desires.