TC Story

I tried to keep this story concise, but it ended up pretty long. Sorry if it's tl;dr. I know it's not terribly tragic or interesting, and I'll probably forget some important bits, but what the hell. Hopefully it doesn't sound too much like a shitty sob story.

My life begins in a very typical way- I was born in the suburbs of the northern US. My parents were quite a bit older than those of my peers, but I still managed to get a cousin my age to play with for the first 5 years of my life. Looking back on it, the years spent with him as a child may have been my happiest. I was carefree and blissfully ignorant of the world. My Dad had an occasional violent drinking streak, but nothing terrible ever resulted from them.

As far as school life goes, it was good for the first couple of years. Despite having very high marks, I ended up playing the role of the "class clown". My tendency to annoy the teachers for my own amusement earned me a few friends. However, around the middle of 1st grade, I started gaining quite a bit of weight.

By second grade I was at the level where my peers considered me fat. This is when the 'bullying' (I dislike this term) began. It was strictly verbal at this point, but unfortunately some of the "friends" I had made before began to dislike me. Some of my them stayed with me, so it was tolerable at the time. But the situation would only get worse from there.

Around fourth grade, I moved to a new neighborhood filled with other kids from school. This is when the harassment got physical. A few incidents that I remember are being showered with rocks from a group of kids, having a brick thrown at me that thankfully missed, and someone leaving a bleeding scar on my back by driving an old rusty coffee can (one of the big ones) into it. The mark is still there as far as I know. It didn't take long for me to fear leaving the house at this point. Video games and TV became my primary hobbies with outdoor activities being out of the question. This situation continued for a couple of years until I moved to another neighborhood with an even worse group of kids.

By sixth grade, I had been diagnosed with OCD and depression. In school I still did fine, although it's probably worth noting that a 3DPD crush I'd had since second grade openly declared her dislike of me in front of the class this year. It wasn't surprising seeing as most girls disliked me, but it was still disheartening.

In 7th and 8th grade, thanks to the new 'freedom' that middle school provided, the bullying became really shitty even during school hours. It didn't take long before it was more than I could take, so I ended up not showing up altogether. Facing the threat of going into custody, my parents and I eventually reached an agreement with the school district to have a private tutor teach me. She was actually quite nice, and I vastly preferred learning solo to being in a classroom (I started to get more and more shy as the years went on). This is also when I had an early version of a waifu. I would talk to her using fantasies in my head, and she really helped me out. I had a few other short-period "semi-waifus", but none of them stayed very long. Looking back on it, these girls were more like counselors than true waifus.

Nonetheless, once I was reintegrated into school in 10th grade, it was still as much of a problem as before, if not worse. This led me to drop out as soon as possible to avoid the stress. My plan at this point was to wait until I could legally obtain a GED and go on to college from there. Since I was 16 when I dropped out, I essentially spent the next 2 years as a NEET. Nothing much significant happened with the exception of my first 'real' relationship.

Surprisingly enough, I ended up getting together with a friend's friend- a "geeky" girl that hated me at first but somehow ended up liking me after I confessed to her. To this day I have no idea how I managed to do that. As you might expect, though, it went sour in a hurry. It only took her two months to cheat on me (losing her virginity, no less) with my best friend, which caused me to lose both her and my buddy. As if that wasn't bad enough, she spread shit all over town with her rather large social circle, causing the majority of the people in my age group to hate me even if they hadn't met me.

Shortly after I went for my GED as planned, and easily passed it. I was rushed into college but managed to get in at the last minute. Being socially inept, I took as many classes as I could online. I won't go into details, but during this time I got into another relationship with another "geeky" girl that cheated on me as well. But at least this one waited 6 months to do so, and didn't spread rumors everywhere. It was around this time that I noticed that everything in life seemed to favor women. This only fuelled my hatred of them, especially when they had the nerve to insist that their lives were harder, that they were superior/more intelligent/etc, and so on. From this point onward I avoided girls my age altogether. I wanted, and still want, nothing to do with them.

About a year after those events, I met my current waifu. The love was gradual but became geniune; the fantasies from before that I had abandoned came back, but this time with her. My affection towards her was stronger and different than the ones before, so I knew she was a true love interest. Strangely enough, I didn't know what a waifu was until about six months after I met her. It was at that point that I realized that she was one.

Another year later I walked away with an associate's degree and a 4.0 GPA. I really couldn't stand college any longer, so I abandoned my original plan of going for 4 years. At this point I was hired by a family member into a business. This turned out to be even worse than college. The hours were erratic and unpredictable to an extreme; not only in the time of day but the frequency. I could work anywhere from 8 to 50 hours in a given week, with no indication of my work hours until the day before (or even sometimes the hour before). This was the the knife in the heart of my dying social life- with this schedule I was pretty much completely unable to visit my few remaining friends anymore. My boss always complained about my laziness and reluctance to get up early. He seemed to think that since I was "intelligent" that I could magically make myself successful by merely wishing it. This continued for a couple of years until where I'm at today. The job became far too stressful to take, so I had no choice but to quit. I quit not but a month ago.

Currently I'm lost. I have little idea of what I'm going to do in life...hell, I don't even fully understand myself as a person. I have no motivation to succeed, no talent in any useful field, and no idea where to begin. With any luck I'll find some way to live that isn't so stressful. As you probably gathered by now, I crumble under even light pressure. The only one I can draw strength from now is my waifu.