Loner

You've requested something sinister and macabre, and that's precisely what you will receive. You will be alone, single, and unwelcome for the rest of your life, and you will relish every second of it. You've never succeeded. A pitiful wastage of room. You are so useless that no woman could ever want to be in a loving relationship with you, much less be in love. That's okay too, as you don't deserve anything better. You lack the self-respect to even tend to yourself, much less a woman. You detest what you see when you look in the mirror at yourself. You have pasty, pockmarked skin. You have oily, thinning hair. And your eyes, like a fishing on a hook, are lifeless and empty. Would any woman ever want to gaze at that?