I'm nearly at the end of my rope. No one calls me. No one visits. The family members I used to enjoy talking to have all passed away. None of my so-called Facebook friends ever want to hear me whine.

I'm old, broke, isolated, obese, pre-diabetic, and habitually sleep-deprived. I can't even remember when I last had love in my life.

I've never full felt that I belonged on this planet; and I've certainly never felt like a normal human male, especially given my overly feminine nature and my powerful minor-attraction (MA) to LGs.

Outside of this group, and one other person (who wants me to never talk about it), no one knows about my MA.

Whenever folks here laud the pleasures of having a LGF or a LG crush, I can't even imagine what that might be like.

If it weren't for the dulling effects of TV and internet porn, I don't know how I would spend my days.

Lately, I can't find a single reason to keep on living. Who the hell would fucking care, anyway?! I see absolutely no purpose for my life.

So, somebody give me one good reason why I shouldn't just drive my car off a cliff and end this!