I fell in love with a store cashier close to my home. She looks ethereal, white pale skin, wolfcut, upturned nose, tight shoulders, delicate, angelic. She reminds me of a girl I knew from my workplace, same phenotype, that caused the blackpill in me.
I hurt so much that I was almost considering taking James Sapphire’s path in my life, but cope and distractions helped a lot. I paid, indeed, the price of never evolving, refusing the idea of women, hating women, imagining a future with android like AI females as a replacement.
But today I saw her for the second time, and my heart was sinking. I will never be able to make her feel the same, even if I’m 1.86m. There’s something wrong with my face. I have an incredible amount of hair, but my midface looks uncanny valley, and that’s terribly unfortunate for me.
I hate my life. The pain is unbearable.
I hurt so much that I was almost considering taking James Sapphire’s path in my life, but cope and distractions helped a lot. I paid, indeed, the price of never evolving, refusing the idea of women, hating women, imagining a future with android like AI females as a replacement.
But today I saw her for the second time, and my heart was sinking. I will never be able to make her feel the same, even if I’m 1.86m. There’s something wrong with my face. I have an incredible amount of hair, but my midface looks uncanny valley, and that’s terribly unfortunate for me.
I hate my life. The pain is unbearable.
