I hate my f***** life
I traded my health and youth for wealth. Now I’m fat and old and so hideous that no pretty girls want me. I’m in a lonely big house with my pet cats and my fleshlight and a bunch of bookmarked pdf research papers to read. It never ends. I’m getting fatter. I’m getting older. If I could do it again, I’d rather be making 60k a year but young with good looks going to clubs dancing and laughing with beautiful women TC: 950k
What a fu*cking first world problem, if you are fat and wealthy enough then start prioritizing your health?
950k lets you hire a personal chef and trainer. Nutrition and workouts will have you looking good again.
Go out there and connect with people. It’s never ever too late, until you draw your last breath. Go find hobbies/groups of people that align to your interest, and use your wealth to help some of those folks along the way. Don’t give up.
Why don't you start by making a habit of walking on a treadmill every day for an hour when you read those papers.
Age?
Stfu you’re single, you can eat less and move more without compromising your TC.
Can I DM?
Pathetic
dont forget your soul