I'm giving up, I'll let things happen, aka nothing will happen.
I like being ignored and building the fantasy in my mind, of why they ignored me. For example someone is asking everyone a question and forget about me? Probably they hate me, or I'm not worthy, or I did something to offend them, surely they didn't just forget about me. And I usually got great lengts to not being notice when this happen (I've changed in the past, I now try to fix things, take on me, hurt myself, feel very awkward, bring the attention on myself and make myself noticed).
I'll do the same with socialising, if people don't want to talk to me, I won't initiate.
What an ego, what a stupid mindset, playing game on the easy setting.
I'll give everyone the chance to be right about me, I don't want things, I don't want them bad enough, and I'm not trying, that's it, better than to try and tell about my (low) efforts anyway.
I can't seem to enjoy much in life, red flag.
I get obsessed, red flag.
I still don't know how to hold a conversation, or initiate one, red flag.
I don't fix my issues, red flag.
I don't exercise, I don't have hobbies, red flag.
I have some very lacking experience with my life, and a weird relationship with my family, red flag again.
Almost no friends, red flag.
I'm a walking redflag.
At my age people'd rather stay single than going with someone with so many red flags, and I forgot about some obviously, but I don't blame them, they are right, and in their rights.
It's nearly the end of my trip, and I'm giving up already, I'll go back to my state of inaction, the results would be a disaster anyway, and the disaster would ruin me even more, I'm too fragile.
I'm a child in a trash body, with an adult man age.
Late twenties, late on everything in life, and not getting stuff soon, with way too many weird fantasies and perverted habits.
There is too much to fix, and the longer it'll take, the longer I'll be a walking redflag, and some of thoses redflag can't even be fixed anymore.
The one thing I should do is... trying to enjoy life, but I'm either sick (every other day I'm in denial of my depression, and yes I'm taking the pills) or I'm just too stupid and desperate, nerver satisfied kind of guy.
I don't know how to enjoy life, because I'm too focused on the bad things, the relationship, my failures, and more importantly... I don't know what I want in life.
I don't know who I am anymore (beside a whiny loser), I think depression robbed me of my personality and life experience alongside with anxiety, got it in my teens, while I should have develloped myself, now it's very late, and I don't think I can anylonger.
tl;dr I give up, don't know what to do that is in my reach, so better do nothing than damage myself even further. You miss every single shot you don't take, and I've been a loser for a very long time, I wouldn't win taking them anyway.
PS: you have no idea how awkward I am, and how hard mundane trivial little baby steps are hard for me, I should do some basic stuff, but it scares or I'm unable to do them.
I want to apologize, to everyone who has it harder than me, I'm failing you.