>>66693
Well, first off, I don't give much shit about anything, which is like being a steam engine without fuel. I'm not particularly diligent as a result, there are dust bunnies and dust layers in my room, and I sometimes skip a shower. I'm also quarter kike, so I have a tendency to hoard useless shit, hold a grudge, overdramatize stuff, overthink stuff to the level of being completely impractical, I'm prone to mild bipolar swings, I find certain cartoon ponies hotter than real women (yes, that's obviously degenerate), I used to have sexual fantasies about my own teenage sister, I'd rather burn the world than get nailed onto a cross for it (and it's pretty obvious that the only way I'm special is pejorative), I had a few one-month relationships where I got bored of the chick and I dumped her, I'm also prone to just cut contact with people I find bothersome, and if it was for my emotions, I wouldn't have a breakdown if a truck ran over my above mentioned sister in front of my eyes. Oh, and I'm very introverted.
Of course, I have positive traits as well. Mostly in terms of self-awareness and self-control, and I'm proud of these traits, because they are my achievements. I've become a better, more social, more dependable, more supportive person than who I used to be.
And a few more things: I often joke around pretty promiscuously, I have testicular thrombosis, I look like a frog with my beer belly, and I'm pretty mediocre in a wide range of tasks that will become obsolete when the sand niggers bring us the armageddon and the western civilization crumbles down in flames.
I don't think I can fix anything without the actual will to do so. What I really wanted to fix, I did. For what I didn't, I take responsibility. I could be an 8/10? Maybe. But I'm not taking care of myself that much, so I'm a 5-6/10 at best by looks, and I don't yearn for women that much. I will die around the age of 60, probably on the street and alone, enjoying all my cis-het white male privilege among a humankind that I no longer sympathize with.