I am very tired. In real life, I am heinously ugly, lifeless, disturbed, balding, disgusting, old, and monstrous. I wasted the very short period of my life that I received a little bit of attention from women in a torrent of despair and self-pity, and now I truly have nothing left. If I could beg for affection, perhaps I would. But I have nothing to offer, and no more evident is the vicious nature of capitalism than in the world of love and affection.