The evil gene that this topic represents runs in my family, my brother took himself out by biting the bullet, and i wonder why im still here living with it myself, and just think every-DAY how much longer can I go on, and what is to become of me.

I can never get a loving girl to be myside or be at my feet no matter what I do or say or act.

I would love for once be someones 'favorite' person or even have someone invite me to go do something period ( like to a party or social gathering).. Im always last or no choice.. Im always shoved in the dark.

I honestly get NO respect from anyone at all.