Today I turned 27.

Another year wasted, with no success, happiness, or achievements to show for it. And that’s how it will stay until the day I’m laid in my coffin. I remain the same ugly, fat, short, balding, destitute, autistic loser from Nizhnevartovsk—don’t even try to pronounce that—the absolute armpit of Russia; the only places worse are somewhere like Vorkuta or near the Ukrainian border.

It was just an ordinary workday today—no birthday vibes at all—spent driving along dusty, battered roads, collecting trash and tossing it into the back of the truck. I’m absolutely drained right now and don’t want to leave the house. My legs are aching from jumping in and out of the truck, and my neck and hair are coated in gritty dust.

I will never have a girlfriend or any other romantic interest. For, as I’ve already said, I’m a short, ugly autistic guy—not a cool, brutal thug or a maniac, or a handsome, two-meter-tall Ken doll that girls (and femboys) want.

And I long ago buried all my naive, childish dreams of learning to draw and creating my own manga. As they say around here, those born to crawl cannot fly.

My fate is to rot unburied in my own apartment until the neighbors complain about the smell and the sanitation crew hauls my corpse off to the dump.

The only thing I’m actually good at is making bots. Yes, those mindless bots—a hobby I can’t tell anyone about without facing mockery or accusations of insanity. And yet, you appreciate it. Thank you so much.

I’m not really in the right frame of mind to keep putting them out right now, and to be honest, I’ve started turning to AI for help. I’m simply out of time and energy—I work a six-day week under the scorching sun. Believe it or not, summers in Siberia get really hot; I’ve only seen rain two or three times over the past two months.

But still, if you're interested in me and what I do, you can head over to my Discord. Here's the link.

https://discord.gg/S5ANWsrtm

In the meantime, this has been Don—see you again soon, I hope.