Let's assume I have superhuman willpowER and manage to finish my studies and get a good job (even though there's rampant anti-white racism and anti-male racism and anti-uggo racism):
While I'm crying and despairing over formulas right now and fantasize about sticking a shotgun in my mouth (I don't have one), my looksmatch has the time of her life, parties, fools around with chad and everytime she picks up her phone she has new notifications on whatsapp, snapchat, tiktok and instagram.
So I'm rotting and crying and despairing and maybe I'll get a good job one day. And *maybe* this looksmatch will be willing to accept me as beta. So while I suffered tremendously, she'll expect that I share everything I got through blood and tears and she'll bring a worthless degree with her and a rapidly rotting asset (her pussy) that won't look good in a few years anyway (it'll be a dead bedroom anyway) and still feel like a princess that blesses me with her presence. This means, even if I get "lucky" and get a woman and double ""lucky"" in that I might get a family (lol), the risks and downsides are so overwhelming.
So I need to get extremely lucky after extreme suffering just to get to go an extremely cucked path that will in all likelihood fail. And the alternative is dying alone which is also extremely dark.
Suicide really looks like the brightest option here.
While I'm crying and despairing over formulas right now and fantasize about sticking a shotgun in my mouth (I don't have one), my looksmatch has the time of her life, parties, fools around with chad and everytime she picks up her phone she has new notifications on whatsapp, snapchat, tiktok and instagram.
So I'm rotting and crying and despairing and maybe I'll get a good job one day. And *maybe* this looksmatch will be willing to accept me as beta. So while I suffered tremendously, she'll expect that I share everything I got through blood and tears and she'll bring a worthless degree with her and a rapidly rotting asset (her pussy) that won't look good in a few years anyway (it'll be a dead bedroom anyway) and still feel like a princess that blesses me with her presence. This means, even if I get "lucky" and get a woman and double ""lucky"" in that I might get a family (lol), the risks and downsides are so overwhelming.
So I need to get extremely lucky after extreme suffering just to get to go an extremely cucked path that will in all likelihood fail. And the alternative is dying alone which is also extremely dark.
Suicide really looks like the brightest option here.
