Dying alone

~~This is you~~ Like you would have friends.

The journey of dying alone is not unlike the Noble Eight-Fold Path of Buddhism. One must discipline the body and mind in preparation for alienating everyone who has ever loved or cared for you (if there ever was anyone). The first step in this journey is often a self diagnosis of Assburger's or Antisocial Personality Disorder (sociopath). Dying alone is an endeavor which takes a lifetime of dedication.

Dying Alone Checklist

This is YOU bitching about your missed opportunity

OSHA-required warning sign reveals ugly truth.

In real life

You "identify" as one or more of
- a gamer
- a "blogger"
- a feminist (dying among a disgusting horde of pet cats still counts as "dying alone")
- a "male feminist"
- a "Social Justice Warrior"
- fat/chubby/curvy/"healthy"/etc.
- a "MGTOW"
- a "Incel"
You hate your family and they don't understand why.
~~You hate all your ex-girlfriends/boyfriends even though they want to "like" you.~~ lol like you've ever had one.
You have no relationship with your neighbors.(who will only notice/report you because of the stench of decaying flesh).
You despise humanity and prefer the company of yourself, cats and 'people' you have never met and probably never will.
You don't have a job.

Ergo you don't have much money in the bank (less than zero). You don't have a car. You have little content in your wallet (three worn receipts from McDonald's). When/if you wear pants, they're jizz and urine-stained khakis. You're the all-singing (WHEN I WAS), all-dancing (DDR) crap of the world and it's your duty to refuse to participate in the status quo.

You maxed out all your credit cards on pr0n, Farmville coins , Runescape, McDonalds, or KFC.
The high point of every day is fapping.
Your pu55y or p3n15 has been rubbed raw from fapping or schlicking.
You're 300lbs and waiting for your Edward Cullen.

On the internet

You seed just to interact with someone.
Google doesn't even keep a marketing profile on you.
Facebook is useless, even bots don't add you.
You make torrents, and hope the creation fails so you have something to do.
You read spam and pretend its email from friends.
You send the RIAA your IP logs, and hope they call.
You post banned content on sites, just so a mod has to look at it to delete it.
You write about yourself on Encyclopedia Dramatica and no one can tell you aren't joking.
You correct a spelling error in a checklist about you.