You have no wife.
You have no children.
You have no job.
You're a 35 year old, dysfunctional faggot wasting your life on a website that's getting younger while you grow older. You hear it now, the ticking of the clock going faster and faster as it slowly dawns on you that you missed the starting gun and will never catch up with normal people. You're stuck in an eternal past when this website was new and you were young, typing "WINRAR YOU WINS OVER 9000 INTERNETS" on /b/ when you were in middle-school.
Incapable of facing a changing world, you hide away on here reminiscing in hindsight all the opportunities you missed. How you woulda, coulda, shoulda been a success if it wasn't for the scapegoat you fabricated to avoid blaming yourself for the failure that is your pathetic life.
Your biological clock is ticking, even if you have children the degeneration of your sperm means whatever bastard hell spawn you manage to conceive will be just as disabled as you are. Doomed to the same fate as you.
You're nothing.
You are a blind man standing at the edge of a precipice, bereft of your god, in a darkening world.
Cope, seethe, dilate.