Deleted member 34772
6ft Tall Multi-Millionaire Chang truecel
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Years of bullying, being socially outcasted, being an incel has rotted my mind and turned be into a terrible person. All the joy in my body has turned into anger and discontentment.
A couple of months ago I hit my mother, slammed her onto a (cheap) couch and broke the couch. I fucked up her back and hips really bad. I also really fucked up my elderly grandma’s arms as I pulled a phone out her hand as she tried to call the police. My dog started getting really anxious and began barking loudly and jumping on me and my mom as me struggled and I threw/hit/pushed him hard. My mom ended up calling my aunt who called the police on me. My mother was having an anxiety attack and I ran away in the middle of the night.
I ended up laying in some bush for a couple of hours before police found me.
My mother didn’t press charges or anything. She just covered for me and lied about what had happened to the police.
Any time I think of this memory it makes me feel like a barbaric fucking animal and causes deep shame.
Why the fuck did I have to become this miserable, cynical, degenerate of a person? I spend everyday in hell watchin time pass me by as I rot and wagslave.
I can not truly express how much I absolutely loathe every fiber of my fucking being. How much I truly hate the world I inhabit. The fact that I was forced into this hell of a reality is a fucking joke to me.
A couple of months ago I hit my mother, slammed her onto a (cheap) couch and broke the couch. I fucked up her back and hips really bad. I also really fucked up my elderly grandma’s arms as I pulled a phone out her hand as she tried to call the police. My dog started getting really anxious and began barking loudly and jumping on me and my mom as me struggled and I threw/hit/pushed him hard. My mom ended up calling my aunt who called the police on me. My mother was having an anxiety attack and I ran away in the middle of the night.
I ended up laying in some bush for a couple of hours before police found me.
My mother didn’t press charges or anything. She just covered for me and lied about what had happened to the police.
Any time I think of this memory it makes me feel like a barbaric fucking animal and causes deep shame.
Why the fuck did I have to become this miserable, cynical, degenerate of a person? I spend everyday in hell watchin time pass me by as I rot and wagslave.
I can not truly express how much I absolutely loathe every fiber of my fucking being. How much I truly hate the world I inhabit. The fact that I was forced into this hell of a reality is a fucking joke to me.
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