60 is Lesser than I

Slightly Misogynistic, Overtly Pathetic

A read that was two steps away from blatantly perpetuating the idea that men can only empathize with women because "I might have a daughter one day." I am a firm believer that writing can be a therapeutic journey. From his borderline incel-like ramblings to mentions of ending his own life, we can clearly see that this so-called "book" is a journey for the author. But the whole world doesn't need to be on that journey with him. Not all pain is an inspiring story, and not all collated words on a PDF, with a cover that looks like it was made on Excel, is a book. This has more bones of a personal journal that should have been kept personal, and not something that should be sold at eight dollars (or any amount at that). The author's feeble attempt to create a piece from his tragic life choices only stands to be a disgraceful cautionary tale for anyone who wishes to not play the victim card all their life. Outside of the delusional and problematic content, the writing itself is milquetoast at its best and juvenile at its worst. Layering his words with a religious tone does not stop the syntax from still being what it is, gross. Someone turn this into a drinking game. It's that bad.