As the sun sets and darkness engulfs me, I'm like a lost soul, wandering with an overwhelming sense of isolation. Underneath the stars, the weight of betrayal bears down on me, my heart shattered by the trust that's been cruelly torn apart. We used to be so tight, sharing laughter and good times, but now I feel the sharp sting of their betrayal, and the pain is just too much to bear.
My so-called friends vanished like smoke, leaving me standing all alone in a vast sea of faces, yearning for genuine connection. But they turned their backs, leaving me feeling like a complete outsider, as if I don't belong anywhere. Amidst this chaotic mess, I'm trying to find strength in my own solitude, but it's hard to discern who I truly am anymore.
As the weight of inceldom bore down upon me, I couldn't escape the impact of the halo effect. My friends' reactions to my ugly face made me feel like they were disgusted with me. Every time they saw me, they grew increasingly aggressive, coming up with false excuses to avoid spending time together. It had been a while since we'd seen each other, and upon reuniting, I couldn't hide the effects of stress and aging that had taken their toll. My balding head and worn-out features seemed to make them uncomfortable in my presence, deepening the feeling that nobody loves you when you're deemed undesirable by society's unforgiving standards.
It's been brutally tough, man, no sugarcoating it. I've been put through the wringer, hurt by those I thought were ride-or-die. This darkness feels suffocating, like it's consuming me from within. I can't see any silver lining or glimmer of hope in this desolate situation.
It is over.
My so-called friends vanished like smoke, leaving me standing all alone in a vast sea of faces, yearning for genuine connection. But they turned their backs, leaving me feeling like a complete outsider, as if I don't belong anywhere. Amidst this chaotic mess, I'm trying to find strength in my own solitude, but it's hard to discern who I truly am anymore.
As the weight of inceldom bore down upon me, I couldn't escape the impact of the halo effect. My friends' reactions to my ugly face made me feel like they were disgusted with me. Every time they saw me, they grew increasingly aggressive, coming up with false excuses to avoid spending time together. It had been a while since we'd seen each other, and upon reuniting, I couldn't hide the effects of stress and aging that had taken their toll. My balding head and worn-out features seemed to make them uncomfortable in my presence, deepening the feeling that nobody loves you when you're deemed undesirable by society's unforgiving standards.
It's been brutally tough, man, no sugarcoating it. I've been put through the wringer, hurt by those I thought were ride-or-die. This darkness feels suffocating, like it's consuming me from within. I can't see any silver lining or glimmer of hope in this desolate situation.
It is over.
