Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25266931-20170328152204/@comment-25266931-20170405144503

Losing weight isn't the only issue. Your advice on that is solid. But lack of money means you gotta buy what you can afford. Dollar Tree food is main place I shop at because after I pay rent I'm usually broke.

But even beyond that people need to change they're perception of what warrants beauty. Not just how men see women but how women see men. In my poor run down ghetto-ish neighborhood you know there's lots of bitterness and stereotyping and shallowness. It was the kind of place where I got call a sissy or a pussy or faggot just for caring more than others did. Even at 20yrs old they still would say it. From the year of my birth in 1985 to now I was taught to give a shit. So I tried to look pass my own preferences and see peoples good. Finally I left the hood and got roommates in the wealthier white neighborhood. But now I can even have a conversation with locales around here without them looking me up and down like I'm an axe murderer or stalker.

I'm 31 and tired. And it reflects in my dark poetry. There's not much in life to be happy about. Games and books and my own writing are all that make me happy. Because real life is just work, go home, sleep, see a movie, watch a show, sleep, work.

I thought if I stayed away from drugs and gangs and didn't abuse women and went to college and tried hard I would succeed. But I didn't. And I just keep getting older and trying to be hopeful and keep working at it. But times I just got to get it off my chest.