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I’m an experienced forex trader and own a lot of real estate. I am similar to red pill rage, and have a net worth over 7 figures.
What has it gotten me? Kissless virginhood at age 24. I’m a bit more extroverted than most incels and always liked to interact with and meet with lots of girls and guys when I was younger, at high school and university. For most of my life I fully believed I was Gigachad and the most desirable and attractive of all the men in my social circles. I told myself, whenever the girls I was into got with other guys, “lmao she’s stupid and immature, I am ten times more attractive and desirable than him, she’ll regret her decision in a few years when she gets more mature”.
But they never did regret it. All the girls I ever showed interest in, rejected me as politely as they could. Me being the bluepilled cuck, I remained friends with many of these girls, and it was only a couple of years ago it really hit me fucking hard to as to why I have never been talked about by girls as a romantic option. One major blow to the ego was the day my sister said, “oh you know what King? You’re interesting, cos your eyes aren’t like the rest of ours in the family, they droop downwards. It’s cute! You’re so cute King! Some day a girl will fall in love with your sweet puppy eyes!”
Then I went to google droopy eyes and stumbled across canthal tilt and one fucking nightmarish picture after another, and articles on canthal tilt, I realised it was a death sentence for sexual interest from women.
Then I was with my family in Europe some other time and the hotel bathroom had mirrors on three adjacent walls. I noticed what my head looked like from the side, and it pierced my heart with pain. I had an extremely recessed jawline and no chin. I spent like two hours agonising over my face that day and was in a fucking terrible mood.
I later came across incels and naturally started absorbing all the content. This was me. I finally fucking knew it, I was ugly and miserable but I was right all along. I’ve never had women interested in me because I am UGLY
So I delved into forex trading, asked for 100k loan from parents, grew it to several hundred thousand, bought an apartment, kept trading and growing my assets and fast forward to today, I’m rich but lonely and miserable, and only my brother and his girlfriend to keep me company when they frequently visit
HURR DURR WHY DONT YOU BUY HOOKERS
because this isn’t about sex for me, this is about living with ugliness, and that I would give absolutely anything to live life being beautiful, to have that personal, private, endless pleasure of looking in the mirror and loving that extremely attractive face you see. Inceldom is a very personal thing for me In that way.
What has it gotten me? Kissless virginhood at age 24. I’m a bit more extroverted than most incels and always liked to interact with and meet with lots of girls and guys when I was younger, at high school and university. For most of my life I fully believed I was Gigachad and the most desirable and attractive of all the men in my social circles. I told myself, whenever the girls I was into got with other guys, “lmao she’s stupid and immature, I am ten times more attractive and desirable than him, she’ll regret her decision in a few years when she gets more mature”.
But they never did regret it. All the girls I ever showed interest in, rejected me as politely as they could. Me being the bluepilled cuck, I remained friends with many of these girls, and it was only a couple of years ago it really hit me fucking hard to as to why I have never been talked about by girls as a romantic option. One major blow to the ego was the day my sister said, “oh you know what King? You’re interesting, cos your eyes aren’t like the rest of ours in the family, they droop downwards. It’s cute! You’re so cute King! Some day a girl will fall in love with your sweet puppy eyes!”
Then I went to google droopy eyes and stumbled across canthal tilt and one fucking nightmarish picture after another, and articles on canthal tilt, I realised it was a death sentence for sexual interest from women.
Then I was with my family in Europe some other time and the hotel bathroom had mirrors on three adjacent walls. I noticed what my head looked like from the side, and it pierced my heart with pain. I had an extremely recessed jawline and no chin. I spent like two hours agonising over my face that day and was in a fucking terrible mood.
I later came across incels and naturally started absorbing all the content. This was me. I finally fucking knew it, I was ugly and miserable but I was right all along. I’ve never had women interested in me because I am UGLY
So I delved into forex trading, asked for 100k loan from parents, grew it to several hundred thousand, bought an apartment, kept trading and growing my assets and fast forward to today, I’m rich but lonely and miserable, and only my brother and his girlfriend to keep me company when they frequently visit
HURR DURR WHY DONT YOU BUY HOOKERS
because this isn’t about sex for me, this is about living with ugliness, and that I would give absolutely anything to live life being beautiful, to have that personal, private, endless pleasure of looking in the mirror and loving that extremely attractive face you see. Inceldom is a very personal thing for me In that way.
