Let's put an end to this mess

The delay I’ve accumulated is immense; I’ll forever be an orphan of youthful love. Socially, I’m completely autistic; I haven’t spoken to a girl in 24 years of life and I don't have much guys friend either. Let’s say I finish my two lengthening books by the age of 28, everything is fine—which I doubt. I’ll face a lot of suffering because of the surgeries; I’ll probably be almost disabled, with a horrible gait. And even with all that, I’ll still be a 1.70m tall man, with a 1.70m tall man’s dick, 1.70m tall man’s hands, and still socially awkward—completely embarrassing.

God/Mother Nature/Randomness blessed me with a short stature, a micro penis, an ugly face, a low IQ, a poor and non educated family.

Maybe it’s better to stop everything. After all, when an animal suffers too much, they put it down. My whole life has been miserable. I haven’t had a single moment of glory, no moment of joy, no moment of happiness. It’s the same for my father, and probably for my grandfather. These things are generational; we live miserable lives. The curse is passed from father to son. No matter how much effort you put in, you can’t beat genetics.

I’ll do my best, but if I see that the situation doesn’t improve by the time I’m 28, I’ll pick a date, and I’ll close the curtain for good.