I don't even know why I bother.

I threw my back out this week and was feeling bad because there was no way I could work out for a few days and then I got to thinking... other than to be healthy, why do I even bother? I'm a dumpster fire to be avoided by women anyway. I hate who I am and no amount of effort is ever enough.

Maybe I should just give of the dream of ever having a life. It's for people who aren't fatally flawed trash like me. There's nothing even the least bit redeemable here.