While I rot in my room imagining the life we could have had together if she had just said yes, she's off somewhere getting dicked down by some 6' 2" roided out white guy named brett or aaron or something. The day she rejected me I got a gym membership so I could work on my sigma grindset but what I actually should have done was blown my head off with my dad's smith and wesson while the pain was still fresh.
At least if I had done it then, I would've been young enough for people to at least pretend to care. Maybe namedrop my oneitus in the suicide note so she could at least know what she fucking did to me, not that the cunt would even care. Sorry, did I mention that it's over?
At least if I had done it then, I would've been young enough for people to at least pretend to care. Maybe namedrop my oneitus in the suicide note so she could at least know what she fucking did to me, not that the cunt would even care. Sorry, did I mention that it's over?
