this has to be thread of the year, so many deluded ideas and people.

I can imagine Mathy awakening from his sleep, it's midday, the smell of B.O. and dried *** wafts through his apartment. Making his way through the wave of pizza boxes and tissues he stumbles to his computer to see who's playing today so he can gamble away. He sits there for a couple of hours, he's made a decent profit, but still not enough compared to the working man. He walks to the bathroom to take a leak, he glances at the mirror and looks at himself. A skinny, pale figure with a nose reminiscent of a toucan looks back at him, he hasn't seen sunlight for days. He starts to realise he's actually a worthless human being, he has no friends, no job, no car...just his online
"friends". The only human interaction he gets is from the clerk at the sportsbook or amongst the gambling community, other than his parents. Mathy then hears a loud scream: "Mathy clean this fuckin room, what a fuckin pig stye!!!!", it's his mother, Mathy has been living at home all his life, this is the only life he knew, other than hosting evenings with his Mother and her Charade's group, seeing strange men visiting his mother come and go. It all becomes to much for Matt, realising he is a loser, and just Shit At Life, he decides to jump from the window, from the 27th floor.
He was never heard from again.