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Imagine you post pictures of your face every day on social media. Youre on instagram reels, random beckys comment under your posts, youre gettint texts from your class beckys some sluts on your dick too sending you texts like "whats up wanna hang" (which translates 'lemme on your dick"). I cant fathom nigga, i simply can not fathom. You wont see me upload as much as picture of my back for how lanky i am, its gone to a point when my phone reflects my ugly self my day falls apart my life is fucking ruined from the way i look and no matter what it takes, its never gonna change.
Its so beyond mother fucking over my own mother doesnt give me no hope, and you know its over when your own parents quit on you. Im fucked.
Back to the subject though, social media is death to any incel.
The only viable use case is stroking meat to old classmates.
Period nigga.
Its so beyond mother fucking over my own mother doesnt give me no hope, and you know its over when your own parents quit on you. Im fucked.
Back to the subject though, social media is death to any incel.
The only viable use case is stroking meat to old classmates.
Period nigga.
