You successfully ensnared someone to allieviate the crushing loneliness of your depression and now one of you has shit a baby out of their vagina so you have everything you want.
Finally you can compete with everyone else!
Debt, the body of a pile of shit, plastic DNA, the mind of a Stephen King novel, unfulfilled exponential fantasies and a reality that is akin to the life of cow.
After many failures you will divorce, cheat or wish you were dead. Your child will not live up to your expectations and you will realize you wasted your life around the time your spouse finds someone younger who doesn't want the shit you wasted your life accumulating to lose.
Then you will die.
And someone like me will water the flowers on your neglected grave.
The cemetery is filled with people who also thought they knew what they were doing.
