About 2 years ago I knew I was ugly, I knew I'd never try hard enough to get a really good job and knew I'd never find a girl who'd like me. And knew I could be happy if I changed it all. Now I've got a decent paying job, enough that I've started saving for a house and am actually working fairly hard... probably still not as much as I should. I've been with more girls than I thought I ever would. I've been going to the gym and taken care of myself a bit more so that I feel more attractive than I used to.... but I still feel so hollow, so empty, like it's all meaningless, what's the point in life?