^You were permanently banned from TSC and begged like a bytch to come back because this place is all you have in your day-by-day existence
No plans for the future, no hopes, dreams or aspirations - just logging on here and personifying that Lucky Luciano character you've always dreamed of being but could never achieve because, deep down, you know you're a failure. Nothing noteworthy achieved in 30+ years on the planet. No relationships. No people relying on you. Nobody who'll even know you died. Buried in an unmarked grave in a community cemetery, mourned by no-one. A token bouquet of flowers growing withered and old as your untended headstone slowly becomes eroded, weatherbeaten and taken over by nature.
And that's gotta hurt.