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I'm 32, working a dead end job designed for high school kids and whenever someone asks me what I do, I try to make it sound more glamorous than it actually is.
I'm single, perpetually so, and I live in a 4 bedroom house with my mother, grandmother, cousin, his wife, their kid, and now my uncle who's dying of cancer and self medicating with crack.
My sister and her husband picked up and moved all the way to Florida last year, taking their infant daughter with them, so I don't even get to put all of my love and affection toward my niece.
I'm 6'2", over 300lbs. I'll never find a woman who would want to be with me, even though I know I'm not worthwhile.
Basically once everyone in my immediate family is gone, I'm planning suicide by helium tank. I'll rent a boat, go out on the ocean, set course for Japan, and then lay down and slowly breath the helium until I die. My boat will likely sink or crash into some island somewhere and then my body will belong to nature, so I don't have to burden my sister with my corpse.
