I am...pretty damn emo, and generally on the depressed side. I've figured it all out. I'll never be able to get a girlfriend, never be loved, nothing. It's just something that I'm deficient at. I'm too generally unattractive, with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. And I know that my path in life is going to take me farther and farther from that. Cook. That's what I like doing, that's what I want to be. Such an attractive job, chef. No girl would ever want to reply to "So what does your boyfriend do?" With "He's a chef." Oh goody. But it's one of the few things I actually enjoy, and it's also one of the few things I'm actually good at, suppos