One of my less brutal posts, but some of YALL might relate to it.
In high school there was this girl with a very specific phenotype. Facial wise she was cute already, but the rest of the body complemented her greatly. Good boobs, a "bubble butt" but somehow even wider than that. Wide back/shoulders too. It was clear that all the guys in the class wanted a go at her; I never made an attempt for obvious reasons. But one day each of us had to make a presentation about some book we read recently, from what I remember it was mandatory, but we could choose any book we wanted as long as it was not 18+.
She was making a presentation about a short story book, about some woman that went around giving hugs to everybody, therefore "healing" them in the process. When it was over, one of the chadlites in the class turned to her and said "Hey, why don't you go give a hug to <UndeadDeadMan's real name>. He looks like he really needs it". She just kinda ignored his question and then the presentation ended.
I think many people at my school instinctively knew I was lonely and tired, but I wasn't ever good enough to receive even the most basic affection from others. High school marked the first time as a student where I wasn't physically beaten, and I'm not sure how that even happened to this day, because it's usually where things get worse and more violent... if anyone wanted to beat the shit out of me, they could've done it. In any case, I was still reminded of my inferior status.
In high school there was this girl with a very specific phenotype. Facial wise she was cute already, but the rest of the body complemented her greatly. Good boobs, a "bubble butt" but somehow even wider than that. Wide back/shoulders too. It was clear that all the guys in the class wanted a go at her; I never made an attempt for obvious reasons. But one day each of us had to make a presentation about some book we read recently, from what I remember it was mandatory, but we could choose any book we wanted as long as it was not 18+.
She was making a presentation about a short story book, about some woman that went around giving hugs to everybody, therefore "healing" them in the process. When it was over, one of the chadlites in the class turned to her and said "Hey, why don't you go give a hug to <UndeadDeadMan's real name>. He looks like he really needs it". She just kinda ignored his question and then the presentation ended.
I think many people at my school instinctively knew I was lonely and tired, but I wasn't ever good enough to receive even the most basic affection from others. High school marked the first time as a student where I wasn't physically beaten, and I'm not sure how that even happened to this day, because it's usually where things get worse and more violent... if anyone wanted to beat the shit out of me, they could've done it. In any case, I was still reminded of my inferior status.
