The pain is real. It was one thing to logically understand the blackpill when I first stumbled upon it a year ago. It's another to have spent every hour since trying to prove it wrong only to be confronted with blackpill after blackpill in every situation. its one thing to read a blackpill on this forum. then its another world when the shit you were reading happens to me personally. there truly is no escape
there is nothing that I can do that changes my situation.
every attempt I make to escape inceldom smacks me in the face with brutal blackpills and getting cucked.
its really starting to sink into me the futility of doing anything at all. all my efforts summed up always results with me being back down in the ditch. each time getting up, I can only bluepill myself less and less into thinking anything will be different. all my copes don't work. new copes are just cope.
I will not rope, and I wont do other options.
I will simply fade away in the background. this useless npc taking up space. despicable by women. only sexual pleasure I will ever get done by my own hand. never to get my cock milked by a bitch. to only ever be able to see sex through pornography.
each day another struggle to find a single reason why I should move my body, yet at the same time realizing letting my body deteriote further will only increase my suffering.
my mood is wild. my sadness is so deep. no women to ever pull me out. never to experience peace of mind. to be tormented each moment with no one to help. to be cast aside as the unwanted filth who should just die for what anyone cared.
nothing. nothing for me here. I like to think some day I will do something, but we all know, I will simply continue along in my place, doing my small copes, keeping myself in bay. I will never lose control and I will never do anything to upset the balance of this society. I will simply be a good little cuck faggot like the chads and women want me to be, as I sit here on the computer doing my little copes and never doing a single thing about shit. like the pussy I am. what a great life it is to be genetic filth. to even have your mind be so weak that ill never do shit about it, but simply rot and die like this miserable fucked existence im in. never to be given a fuck about by a single bitch. left to rot on the outside of society while they all live their great lives full of happiness while mine is horrid shit.
there is nothing that I can do that changes my situation.
every attempt I make to escape inceldom smacks me in the face with brutal blackpills and getting cucked.
its really starting to sink into me the futility of doing anything at all. all my efforts summed up always results with me being back down in the ditch. each time getting up, I can only bluepill myself less and less into thinking anything will be different. all my copes don't work. new copes are just cope.
I will not rope, and I wont do other options.
I will simply fade away in the background. this useless npc taking up space. despicable by women. only sexual pleasure I will ever get done by my own hand. never to get my cock milked by a bitch. to only ever be able to see sex through pornography.
each day another struggle to find a single reason why I should move my body, yet at the same time realizing letting my body deteriote further will only increase my suffering.
my mood is wild. my sadness is so deep. no women to ever pull me out. never to experience peace of mind. to be tormented each moment with no one to help. to be cast aside as the unwanted filth who should just die for what anyone cared.
nothing. nothing for me here. I like to think some day I will do something, but we all know, I will simply continue along in my place, doing my small copes, keeping myself in bay. I will never lose control and I will never do anything to upset the balance of this society. I will simply be a good little cuck faggot like the chads and women want me to be, as I sit here on the computer doing my little copes and never doing a single thing about shit. like the pussy I am. what a great life it is to be genetic filth. to even have your mind be so weak that ill never do shit about it, but simply rot and die like this miserable fucked existence im in. never to be given a fuck about by a single bitch. left to rot on the outside of society while they all live their great lives full of happiness while mine is horrid shit.
