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Failure. Since I detached myself of god and any other "opium" which gives some people comfort and security, added to the fact that I suck in making friends (and, to extention, romantic relationships), success has been the only thing which keeps me alive and prevents me to kill myself. So, becoming a fat, greasy, smelly and beta cuck who barely has money to keep eating doritos and browse imageboards would be the dead end to me.
