incelerated
It was all about luck all along..
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I have come to realize that there is no such thing as cope.
There is this big cope I always wanted to buy. Wanted it for years. I thought if I had this thing then I would be happy. That I would feel so good and be so occupied I wouldn't think about being incel anymore.
But I was wrong. I was so wrong.
I've wanted this for years but now that I have it I don't feel much different. Sure it's nice to have it, at least for now it's interesting and amusing. But it never made me feel better about being incel.
I go outside to wagecuck and I see girls everywhere, super cute extremely cute girls with cute faces and cute feet and cute clothes and I feel a piercing pain in my heart. I just wanna cry when I see them. I wanna die. It's even worse now. It's become worse. Because I've realized that coping was a lie.
I have realized it doesn't matter. No matter how many copes you can get yourself.
Cope is cope. There is no cope. There is only pain.
There is this big cope I always wanted to buy. Wanted it for years. I thought if I had this thing then I would be happy. That I would feel so good and be so occupied I wouldn't think about being incel anymore.
But I was wrong. I was so wrong.
I've wanted this for years but now that I have it I don't feel much different. Sure it's nice to have it, at least for now it's interesting and amusing. But it never made me feel better about being incel.
I go outside to wagecuck and I see girls everywhere, super cute extremely cute girls with cute faces and cute feet and cute clothes and I feel a piercing pain in my heart. I just wanna cry when I see them. I wanna die. It's even worse now. It's become worse. Because I've realized that coping was a lie.
I have realized it doesn't matter. No matter how many copes you can get yourself.
Cope is cope. There is no cope. There is only pain.