NorthernWind
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destroys all psychology's and red pill cope.
I despise people who deny the importance of looks.When I was in my late teens, my whole day depended on whether I liked myself today after a quick look at the mirror, it was either getting paralyzed and apathetic by the sadness and suicidal thoughts, not being able to pull through the day, or "it's not that bad, I may actually have a chance in life" (if it was a good hair day or the lighting was lucky)
I wasn't blackpilled back then, but I still instinctively knew your looks determine your life. Everyone instinctively knows, I think. People who deny it are simply dishonest
frI despise people who deny the importance of looks.
They think that they aren't shallow and are good people but in fact they can't face brutal reality of life.
Being ugly also forces you to stay inside in order to avoid stress and humiliation.Yeah, true. It also reminds me, that I'm not part of the outside WORLDtoo. Which isn't a bad thing imo.
There is no escape.you look in your car mirrors you see the clown
Yep.Being ugly also forces you to stay inside in order to avoid stress and humiliation.
That's why wageslaving as an uggo is a living on a nightmare mode.
There is no escape.
Once, when I was in college, I got dressed, ready to leave the door and go to classes. But before leaving the door, I look at myself in the mirror and I got filled with DREAD. I never went to school, I skipped all classes that day, I couldn't bear going out the door.When I was in my late teens, my whole day depended on whether I liked myself today after a quick look at the mirror
So fucking! true. My reflection, as well as my 'baldcel' shadow is a REMINDER.There is no escape.
I know the feeling brocel. I dropped out of college for that reason eventually, I survived a year of it mostly hiding in the library during breaks or just skipping the whole thing wandering around the city. I thought I was a lazy fuck who didn't want to study (my parents gaslit me into this idea) and only later in my late 20's I realized it was because I was afraid of people judging or bullying meOnce, when I was in college, I got dressed, ready to leave the door and go to classes. But before leaving the door, I look at myself in the mirror and I got filled with DREAD. I never went to school, I skipped all classes that day, I couldn't bear going out the door.
My reflection, as well as my 'baldcel' shadow is a REMINDER.![]()
I survived a year of it mostly hiding in the library during breaks





