Wristlet 2
"The only thing I could do was even the score."
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JFL WHAT THE FUCK
It's a university professor with 14 years of experience. The university is investigating him for student claims about "muh harrassment" and he will probably lose his job for being such a dumb simp. Here's the texts he sent some of his students:
The pic on the left is a pic of a uni building they put there for some reason lol.
Translation:
I could say I like you a lot, in all possible ways, including that which has to do with erotism "sexual things... arrr" but I'd be hurting myself a lot (I'm very old, and unfortunately aware that, to you, I'm just a martian too far from your interests). And I'm tired of failing and ridiculing myelf and suffering for impossible love.
Translation:
A teacher or p*****o is part of my traumas and my fight to keep living (the idea of suicide goes away when I'm with people like you).
I don't want to look like a perverted old man, because I'm not, but I fear that I'll inevitably end up looking like one.
I apologize to you for being honest, and, maybe, for taking licenses that I shouldn't.
It's very harsh to live with the sadness and failure next to me, every day.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, for bothering you with all this, for invading your life with my shit, that don't necessarily interest you. But I needed to tell you all this, and then, cry, because your reality and mine are parallel and will never cross.
What a simp tbh
It's a university professor with 14 years of experience. The university is investigating him for student claims about "muh harrassment" and he will probably lose his job for being such a dumb simp. Here's the texts he sent some of his students:
The pic on the left is a pic of a uni building they put there for some reason lol.
Translation:
I could say I like you a lot, in all possible ways, including that which has to do with erotism "sexual things... arrr" but I'd be hurting myself a lot (I'm very old, and unfortunately aware that, to you, I'm just a martian too far from your interests). And I'm tired of failing and ridiculing myelf and suffering for impossible love.
Translation:
A teacher or p*****o is part of my traumas and my fight to keep living (the idea of suicide goes away when I'm with people like you).
I don't want to look like a perverted old man, because I'm not, but I fear that I'll inevitably end up looking like one.
I apologize to you for being honest, and, maybe, for taking licenses that I shouldn't.
It's very harsh to live with the sadness and failure next to me, every day.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, for bothering you with all this, for invading your life with my shit, that don't necessarily interest you. But I needed to tell you all this, and then, cry, because your reality and mine are parallel and will never cross.
What a simp tbh