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First time I’ve had one of these dreams for a while. It was about a chick I chatted to on okcupid a couple of years back but never met irl (was using fake chadlite pictures). Personality-wise we were actually a perfect match, we liked all the same shit, same favourite books and movies, etc. She wasn’t a Stacy, she was barely even hot - maybe a 5/10 (still knew I had no chance with her). Dreamt that I met her for a date and she was actually attracted to me despite me being an ugly low-T midget. She kissed me, then I woke up a second later. Man, that feeling. Never felt so much sadness and longing. For a moment, all my hatred gave way to desire, just desire to be loved. This must be what a real relationship feels like. Actual normies just seem to live such happy, normal lives. They don’t have hatred because they don’t need to hate. The only reason I hate is because I was denied happiness by the universe, I’m not naturally a hateful person. If men can’t love, then they hate - it’s one or the other. We need to have emotions. We need to feel something. We would all rather love and be loved than be lonely and hateful. We have to admit this as incels, otherwise it’s cope.
Hand me the fucking rope already.
Hand me the fucking rope already.