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SuicideFuel how the fuck do i cope

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>I won't jerk off, i'm so detached it feels like beating someone else's meat: not good
>going to uni: mog so hard i feel like homeless at a wedding party
>going outside: see above + pity stares from random people
>work? no point: am richcel, rather go to uni to make it look like i'm doing something and take brutal mogs 5 days a weeek than slave away

The one thing though. The absolute debilitating emptiness is too much to handle. I can't do anything at this point, my fingers feel heavy as i write this, i feel tired all the time, most of my free time is spent staring outside the window or just sitting feeling like i'm about to die or something. when i look at myself in the mirror i don't feel like it's me, i catch myself involuntarily laughing at my own reflection, detachment is a scary thing sometimes. i wake up every day thinking like maybe all this shit is in my head and i'll have a great day this time, sooner or later my face will find the mirror and it's almost scary again how i involuntarily am disgusted and cringe at my own reflection and my mind is fighting the idea that it's in fact me. It's over, it's truly over. Always has been.
 
Fact about life: there is no purpose. Just indulge in a hedonistic lifestyle.
 
>I won't jerk off, i'm so detached it feels like beating someone else's meat: not good
>going to uni: mog so hard i feel like homeless at a wedding party
>going outside: see above + pity stares from random people
>work? no point: am richcel, rather go to uni to make it look like i'm doing something and take brutal mogs 5 days a weeek than slave away

The one thing though. The absolute debilitating emptiness is too much to handle. I can't do anything at this point, my fingers feel heavy as i write this, i feel tired all the time, most of my free time is spent staring outside the window or just sitting feeling like i'm about to die or something. when i look at myself in the mirror i don't feel like it's me, i catch myself involuntarily laughing at my own reflection, detachment is a scary thing sometimes. i wake up every day thinking like maybe all this shit is in my head and i'll have a great day this time, sooner or later my face will find the mirror and it's almost scary again how i involuntarily am disgusted and cringe at my own reflection and my mind is fighting the idea that it's in fact me. It's over, it's truly over. Always has been.
Rope or hedonistmaxx/ldar combo.
 
its just going to get worse and worse, there is no way to cope, optimism is cowardice
i fed my dissociation by coping with chadfishing/stacyfishing for years, but those copes ran dry as i've been doing it for 9 years now and it's gotten so much harder to do with today's girls' attention span/lack of care for anything other than instant dick
 
Roping is the only way, I cope with my multimonitor gaming setup and my tv
 
i fed my dissociation by coping with chadfishing/stacyfishing for years, but those copes ran dry as i've been doing it for 9 years now and it's gotten so much harder to do with today's girls' attention span/lack of care for anything other than instant dick
alright lad, there is only one true cope

There is only one thing that can never be stolen from you, and that is a righteous death; it brings an idea of the roman soldiers who stood post at pompeii, during the eruption they remained stagnant among the chaos because they had been forgotten about to the degree they weren't ever told to leave, and they never did, they died an honourable death, that is the one thing that can never be taken from man
 
>I won't jerk off, i'm so detached it feels like beating someone else's meat: not good
>going to uni: mog so hard i feel like homeless at a wedding party
>going outside: see above + pity stares from random people
>work? no point: am richcel, rather go to uni to make it look like i'm doing something and take brutal mogs 5 days a weeek than slave away

The one thing though. The absolute debilitating emptiness is too much to handle. I can't do anything at this point, my fingers feel heavy as i write this, i feel tired all the time, most of my free time is spent staring outside the window or just sitting feeling like i'm about to die or something. when i look at myself in the mirror i don't feel like it's me, i catch myself involuntarily laughing at my own reflection, detachment is a scary thing sometimes. i wake up every day thinking like maybe all this shit is in my head and i'll have a great day this time, sooner or later my face will find the mirror and it's almost scary again how i involuntarily am disgusted and cringe at my own reflection and my mind is fighting the idea that it's in fact me. It's over, it's truly over. Always has been.
Hopefully it’s money that will last you your whole life, otherwise might as well get a good job.
 
Hopefully it’s money that will last you your whole life, otherwise might as well get a good job.
it doesnt dry up, i live off of % alone, and never even spent the % in full in one month. so basically infinite supply at this point and only growing. (so imagine what kinda cuck id be to go and work)
 
>I won't jerk off, i'm so detached it feels like beating someone else's meat: not good
>going to uni: mog so hard i feel like homeless at a wedding party
>going outside: see above + pity stares from random people
>work? no point: am richcel, rather go to uni to make it look like i'm doing something and take brutal mogs 5 days a weeek than slave away

The one thing though. The absolute debilitating emptiness is too much to handle. I can't do anything at this point, my fingers feel heavy as i write this, i feel tired all the time, most of my free time is spent staring outside the window or just sitting feeling like i'm about to die or something. when i look at myself in the mirror i don't feel like it's me, i catch myself involuntarily laughing at my own reflection, detachment is a scary thing sometimes. i wake up every day thinking like maybe all this shit is in my head and i'll have a great day this time, sooner or later my face will find the mirror and it's almost scary again how i involuntarily am disgusted and cringe at my own reflection and my mind is fighting the idea that it's in fact me. It's over, it's truly over. Always has been.
Rot your teeth to cope. I’m rotting them all out is the goal it’s something to take your mind away from this shit situation and work on something we can achieve that punishes normies
 
Teeth rotting requires little to no work as well
 
as brutal as life can be, i can't see being more of a cuck to society than roping
 
You're rich? Lucky you, if i were you i would stay inside all day and cope into death
 
it doesnt dry up, i live off of % alone, and never even spent the % in full in one month. so basically infinite supply at this point and only growing. (so imagine what kinda cuck id be to go and work)
Fair enough
 
Videogames, watching Anime, reading Manga/Manhwa works for me, kinda
 
Incel maxxing you rich faggot
 
I meant to say escort maxxing woops
 
Rapemaxx or rope is the only hope in rdr 2 ofc :feelsYall:
 
Hard Drugs and going ER
 
By carkilling pedestrians in GTA 4.
 
Teeth rotting requires little to no work as well
Don't interiorize his advice. When I don't brush my teeth, the smell coming out from my mouth makes me poke.
 
>I won't jerk off, i'm so detached it feels like beating someone else's meat: not good
>going to uni: mog so hard i feel like homeless at a wedding party
>going outside: see above + pity stares from random people
>work? no point: am richcel, rather go to uni to make it look like i'm doing something and take brutal mogs 5 days a weeek than slave away

The one thing though. The absolute debilitating emptiness is too much to handle. I can't do anything at this point, my fingers feel heavy as i write this, i feel tired all the time, most of my free time is spent staring outside the window or just sitting feeling like i'm about to die or something. when i look at myself in the mirror i don't feel like it's me, i catch myself involuntarily laughing at my own reflection, detachment is a scary thing sometimes. i wake up every day thinking like maybe all this shit is in my head and i'll have a great day this time, sooner or later my face will find the mirror and it's almost scary again how i involuntarily am disgusted and cringe at my own reflection and my mind is fighting the idea that it's in fact me. It's over, it's truly over. Always has been.
Go euphorically rejoice, mang
 
smoke weed, watch movies, play video games
 
You said you are richcel. Then try coping with videogames. Maybe going to college and choose courses that you can pay someone to write custom essay for you.
 
If you are rich help us with some money
 
Surgery
Copes
Jew pills
An hero
ER

Can't think of much else.
 
I cant cope motherfuckers.

I cant cope.
 
I can’t even go outside anymore I get reminded of my inceldom everywhere I go
 

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