Sometimes life will give you something that makes you think it could be better. Maybe, if you're cucked like me, a member of the opposite sex that treats you like a human being for once, even if it's only slightly. It could be other things for you though, a promotion while wageslaving, a match on tinder.
But then you realise that person isn't what you think they are in your cucked brain that still holds on to hopeless romantic nonsense, that match won't respond or you remember you're chadfishing and it's not actually for you, or your promotion means nothing when there's no family to provide for.
We've all felt that tiny snippet of hope that pulls us in and makes us feel like life perhaps could be worth living, only for it to all fall apart faster than it formed, and to reveal itself to be nothing but an illusion.
There is no cope, only rope
But then you realise that person isn't what you think they are in your cucked brain that still holds on to hopeless romantic nonsense, that match won't respond or you remember you're chadfishing and it's not actually for you, or your promotion means nothing when there's no family to provide for.
We've all felt that tiny snippet of hope that pulls us in and makes us feel like life perhaps could be worth living, only for it to all fall apart faster than it formed, and to reveal itself to be nothing but an illusion.
There is no cope, only rope
