
TheLightOfMyLife
I live in a closet
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- Joined
- Apr 4, 2025
- Posts
- 90
I don't know what it is, but my mind has become progressively more deranged and my life more out of control than it has ever been, and it seems to be happening faster than it had been.
All I can do is think about women, women, insecurities, self-hatred, following the same patterns but without any of the energy of youth to help change this inertia.
I pay women for sex. I pay internet women to call me on discord. I spend hours looking at women on tiktok and instagram.It seems like I just want to drown myself in all the pleasures of women that I cannot have organically. It isn't fulfilling, but it helps to quiet some of those horrible, horrible thoughts inside of me. I've reached a point in life where I believe I can no longer correct my path. Not only am I locked out of getting women, but I believe that I am locked out of any kind of happiness, fulfillment, or even contentment in life. I've reached that point where I'm falling over the edge and can no longer regain my footing, just helpless flail around as I go towards my end. So what am I really to do now? What can I do? I just feel so terrible all the time and I wish that it would all end. I can hardly bear leaving my bed each morning. I wake up from my nightmares only to find myself in a reality that's infinitely more terrifying.
All I can do is think about women, women, insecurities, self-hatred, following the same patterns but without any of the energy of youth to help change this inertia.
I pay women for sex. I pay internet women to call me on discord. I spend hours looking at women on tiktok and instagram.It seems like I just want to drown myself in all the pleasures of women that I cannot have organically. It isn't fulfilling, but it helps to quiet some of those horrible, horrible thoughts inside of me. I've reached a point in life where I believe I can no longer correct my path. Not only am I locked out of getting women, but I believe that I am locked out of any kind of happiness, fulfillment, or even contentment in life. I've reached that point where I'm falling over the edge and can no longer regain my footing, just helpless flail around as I go towards my end. So what am I really to do now? What can I do? I just feel so terrible all the time and I wish that it would all end. I can hardly bear leaving my bed each morning. I wake up from my nightmares only to find myself in a reality that's infinitely more terrifying.