Someone else's happiness

Hello! I will never be able to make anyone happy. Hopefully, by helping you learn from my mistakes, you can make someone happy. You can't avoid being lonely. But you can make it a little better.

I should probably get on with it, though. You didn't come here for me. I'd be surprised if you even actually stayed until now. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. Maybe you read through it all, or skipped ahead to here. Maybe you left long ago, or never even came here. Regardless, I am no stranger to talking with myself. But I hope this helps someone be better. Better than me.

Why I am incapable of making someone happy

The first thing I need you to understand is that you do not know me. And even if you think you do, even if you're as close to me as you can get, I will always know myself better than you will. And, most likely, you know nothing of me anyways. All this to say, don't doubt or second guess what I tell you about myself. But onto the actual point of this paragraph. There are many reasons why I cannot bring joy to this world. In a simple, physical sense, I am quite ugly. I barely acknowledge hygiene, let alone practice it, making me incredibly smelly and usually dirty. Before I went bald, my hair made the Amazon look like a 2 dimensional plane with how messy it was. I also am incredibly fat, overweight beyond just 'chubby', and my body is riddled with birth marks, cuts, blemishes or otherwise. If I took apart every detail of my face, we'd never get this done, but trust me, mirrors break easily around me. Onto less physical problems, my own personal voice is annoying. It sounds like a bad impression. Worse, I talk way too much most of the time. I usually don't make a sound, but I'm too quick to get comfortable around people, turning into an annoying sound machine. I also just don't take things seriously, though it isn't like my humour is normal, or even actually humourous for that matter. Besides, I lead conversations in wild directions, always just trying to keep it going when it should stop, and I often default to the weirdest, most uncomfortable topics that are available. And doing anything? I'm extremely lazy, a constant generator of excuses,