Man, since last year my tolerance for loneliness is over. I don’t feel interested in the things I used to like anymore, apart from cars, trucks, and trains. I used to be good at subjects like history and politics and used to score A+, but recently I am failing. I lost interest in enjoying the things I used to love. I don’t know why I am slowly losing everything I had.
This loneliness and being a shortcel and chopped sucks. Why am I cursed with these things? Even as a future NEET, I feel sorry for everyone for tolerating me. Even my parents feel like if I were a girl instead of an incel, that would have been better.
My little brother even prays for my death and says that if I die one day, he will use my laptop all day and my room will be his.
My parents only look at me as a money maker. They don’t care about my social life or my real happiness. They think that if they are happy, their son should also be happy, which is a lie because I am different.
The only person who truly cares about me is my grandma. She always thinks nicely about me. She went to the village with my grandpa to help him, and I really hope she lives a long life. My grandma is like an angel. She also helped me a lot when I was 9 years old and supported me when I was struggling.
Loneliness from childhood eats your brain as you grow older. It slowly kills you from the inside. It makes you give up on everything you once liked and reduces your social interaction with everyone. My future feels uncertain. I might end up being a cab driver or working in a factory, and even that is unsure.
I hope no one else has to go through this phase. It is haunting and exhausting. Right now it feels like my life is over, and it will never be happy the way it once was.
I am losing weight to it. It isn’t happening because of stomach indigestion. I guess I am going to die soon because of pancreatic cancer.
This loneliness and being a shortcel and chopped sucks. Why am I cursed with these things? Even as a future NEET, I feel sorry for everyone for tolerating me. Even my parents feel like if I were a girl instead of an incel, that would have been better.
My little brother even prays for my death and says that if I die one day, he will use my laptop all day and my room will be his.
My parents only look at me as a money maker. They don’t care about my social life or my real happiness. They think that if they are happy, their son should also be happy, which is a lie because I am different.
The only person who truly cares about me is my grandma. She always thinks nicely about me. She went to the village with my grandpa to help him, and I really hope she lives a long life. My grandma is like an angel. She also helped me a lot when I was 9 years old and supported me when I was struggling.
Loneliness from childhood eats your brain as you grow older. It slowly kills you from the inside. It makes you give up on everything you once liked and reduces your social interaction with everyone. My future feels uncertain. I might end up being a cab driver or working in a factory, and even that is unsure.
I hope no one else has to go through this phase. It is haunting and exhausting. Right now it feels like my life is over, and it will never be happy the way it once was.
I am losing weight to it. It isn’t happening because of stomach indigestion. I guess I am going to die soon because of pancreatic cancer.
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