My success with women in life has so far been atrocious. I have only ever 'gotten lucky', I have never been the one to first make a move. I tried the newbie mission but stopped because I felt like a weirdo.
So then after a two year dry spell I was shocked when a girl I had met on a night out was showing signs of interest over the proceeding months. It took me ages to catch on but I eventually did and she became my 'girlfriend'.
Fast forward 8 months and a lot of drug use beginning with the letter k, she broke up with me on grounds that we were bad for each other, which was true.
Fast forward another 12 months and here I am still dwelling on the fact that in all that time I didn't make a move on her and thus didn't sleep with her. I have become utterly obsessed with this thought. It plagues me every hour of my existence unless I am heavily distracted. How could I possibly have been so clueless? It gets so bad that I'm often drawn to tears of immense frustration and regret.
I know my life won't change with me continuing to sulk and block everything out by using the internet 24/7 yet it's all I ever want to do.
My life is in tatters. I'm an emotional wreck, I'm unemployed and have been for nearly 5 years, I have no hobbies or interests other than using the computer, I have a flat that's in total disrepair - needs decorating, no furniture, no cooker. I have very few friends. I'm a sad, lonely and depressed loser with next to no social skills who's twenties are flashing by before him with no idea what to do about it except write whiny posts on the internet in a fit of desperation.
