I still remember my first rejection like it was yesterday. The words "You are not attractive at all" always sits in the back of my memories.
I cried in my room that day for hours. It wasn't like a few tears. I was in agony could not stop. Therapists and peers somehow managed to keep me from giving up. I was bluepilled to my core, so it took many more rejections and bullying to finally break me. Therapists gaslighting unattractive males by giving them false hope is a human rights violation.
Another time my "acquaintances" at my lunch table randomly just started talking about how ugly I was. The female present said "ewww" when they jokingly said she should date me. I kept cool on the outside by agreeing with them and laughing with them. But inside, I was full of pure hatred and despair. I would never do such a thing to a person. I made a promise to never call someone ugly, because I knew how painful it felt.
That day I ran back to my room and cried. I've been called ugly in highschool so many times that people saying the word out-loud causes me to suddenly wake up and remember all these events.
After my recent rejections in college, I am now a broken being. I am a husk of what I once was. I remember being full of hope for the future before these events permanently scarred me.
Even with my antidepressants I CANT FUCKING GET THESE MEMORIES OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD. WHEN WILL MY MIND STOP FUCKING TORMENTING ME. I CANT STOP.
I cried in my room that day for hours. It wasn't like a few tears. I was in agony could not stop. Therapists and peers somehow managed to keep me from giving up. I was bluepilled to my core, so it took many more rejections and bullying to finally break me. Therapists gaslighting unattractive males by giving them false hope is a human rights violation.
Another time my "acquaintances" at my lunch table randomly just started talking about how ugly I was. The female present said "ewww" when they jokingly said she should date me. I kept cool on the outside by agreeing with them and laughing with them. But inside, I was full of pure hatred and despair. I would never do such a thing to a person. I made a promise to never call someone ugly, because I knew how painful it felt.
That day I ran back to my room and cried. I've been called ugly in highschool so many times that people saying the word out-loud causes me to suddenly wake up and remember all these events.
After my recent rejections in college, I am now a broken being. I am a husk of what I once was. I remember being full of hope for the future before these events permanently scarred me.
Even with my antidepressants I CANT FUCKING GET THESE MEMORIES OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD. WHEN WILL MY MIND STOP FUCKING TORMENTING ME. I CANT STOP.
