SLAVICMorPheus
Let the Poor thing just DIE
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Growing up never had much interest in anything other then art. Would draw shit like power rangers and transformers all day. Parents enrolled me in an art school. First day over there and teachers are super impressed by my work. Lol called in the director of that institute, who later just gave me a pass from level 1 to straight level 3. But most that stuck out to me that day was the reaction of the foids from that class. Mind you I was like only 11 or sth back then. Most people in the class were like 14 or 15 and have been there for months (I enrolled late). The surprise in the eyes of the foid. All of them lining up around my seat started sth in me. Sth that will only grow with time.
Middle school same shit foid in my school going crazy of my drawing. And in high school I was drawing them from the pics they used to send me(Not like one of the french girls though). That attention gave dopamine surge that I started to crave.
Never was good in studies. In a class I was placed on a seat beside a foid. What do you know? Not only doing the h.ws also getting highest. Thought if I can do thus in math I can do this in every sub. Would sit beside or around a foid in every class and ace every test. "How do you even do it?" "Are you even a person?" all these subtle complementary and teasy question drove me even more.
Point I am making is that foids are the greatest motivator. Everything I have done for myself never worked out or even if it did I hardly enjoyed the fruits of it. But simply a pat in the back by a foid makes me jump through endless burning hoops, swim rivers full of sharks and and move mountain full of lavas. I can do anything and everything as long as I do it for a foid. It's like a sick superpower that's been given to all men by god.
Of course at the end of the day she'll ignore everything I did for her and run to Chad but if not for her then I can't do it. I can't escape the foids. They and their degeneracy are tied to my fate.
Middle school same shit foid in my school going crazy of my drawing. And in high school I was drawing them from the pics they used to send me(Not like one of the french girls though). That attention gave dopamine surge that I started to crave.
Never was good in studies. In a class I was placed on a seat beside a foid. What do you know? Not only doing the h.ws also getting highest. Thought if I can do thus in math I can do this in every sub. Would sit beside or around a foid in every class and ace every test. "How do you even do it?" "Are you even a person?" all these subtle complementary and teasy question drove me even more.
Point I am making is that foids are the greatest motivator. Everything I have done for myself never worked out or even if it did I hardly enjoyed the fruits of it. But simply a pat in the back by a foid makes me jump through endless burning hoops, swim rivers full of sharks and and move mountain full of lavas. I can do anything and everything as long as I do it for a foid. It's like a sick superpower that's been given to all men by god.
Of course at the end of the day she'll ignore everything I did for her and run to Chad but if not for her then I can't do it. I can't escape the foids. They and their degeneracy are tied to my fate.