Sleepycell
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My dad was never a bad parent, but he wasn't the best either. As a child, my father spent most of his time at work, which led to us constantly moving around every year. This seriously messed up my social development. I never had a good relationship with my father. He would give me video games to distract me from asking him to take me to the park or somewhere else. This marked the beginning of my extreme video game addiction. Don't get me wrong, my dad would occasionally take me places when he was off, but most of the time, he would brush me off and tell me to play my video games.
My parents had this tactic they've used since I was a child. Whenever I started talking to them in the car to tell them something, they would start talking to each other and pretend not to hear me. The only way to get their attention was to repeatedly say, "Mom/Dad, I have to tell you something." They would get angry and scream at me, asking what I wanted, and I would end up saying nevermind. I'm sorry, I never received attention, which seriously messed me up. This caused me to become a troublemaker and attention seeker in elementary school. My parents would always get mad and yell at me, and I also got bullied at school for being ugly. So, I never had a place to feel relaxed and happy.
Due to the way my elder brother and I were treated, he has become a shut-in NEET. I'm being serious when I say he has never had friends in his life besides online acquaintances. I'm 99% sure he's an incel because he lives a lifestyle of rot. He rarely takes showers, sleeps at 8 am, and his room is filthy. Even the bathtub and toilet are clogged, and his bathroom cabinets are broken, with stuff spilling out onto the floor. Yet, he doesn't care. When I look into his eyes, they look empty, like he's just a shell of a person. It's honestly scary how much we look and act alike to the point where we've been mistaken for each other.
Recently, during a huge argument, my dad finally admitted that he knows he hasn't been the best father. He wants to put me in life coaching, but I declined. At this point, I'm beyond broken. I can never escape my unfortunate genetic destiny. When I look at both sides of my family, it's laughable and evident how subhuman we are. I'm a sub 5, and I mog my siblings and all of my cousins. It's brutally over for me. I'm just coping with this hellhole of a life until I die. I don't have any energy or motivation to do anything anymore because it all feels futile and won't make a difference in my life. No matter what I do, I can't escape this destiny of subhumanity and loneliness.
I'm coping with the idea that the New World Order will start World War III soon, and I hope the major signs of the end times begin. I'm a Muslim CEL; this is the only way I can cope with this shithole life. I can't wait to leave this life and hopefully go to Jannah. Funny enough, in Islam, your father is supposed to teach you how to pray by the age of puberty. I was fed up with my father not teaching me, so I learned it on my own. Nowadays, all I think about is death and the afterlife. That's all I care about. I no longer have any feelings towards this life. I just can't wait to get it over with. I'm sick of this shit. Nothing gives me pleasure any more besides the tought of death and Jannah as allah said those who are patient will attain the highest place in paradise. (this story is a joke and not meant to be taken literally)
My parents had this tactic they've used since I was a child. Whenever I started talking to them in the car to tell them something, they would start talking to each other and pretend not to hear me. The only way to get their attention was to repeatedly say, "Mom/Dad, I have to tell you something." They would get angry and scream at me, asking what I wanted, and I would end up saying nevermind. I'm sorry, I never received attention, which seriously messed me up. This caused me to become a troublemaker and attention seeker in elementary school. My parents would always get mad and yell at me, and I also got bullied at school for being ugly. So, I never had a place to feel relaxed and happy.
Due to the way my elder brother and I were treated, he has become a shut-in NEET. I'm being serious when I say he has never had friends in his life besides online acquaintances. I'm 99% sure he's an incel because he lives a lifestyle of rot. He rarely takes showers, sleeps at 8 am, and his room is filthy. Even the bathtub and toilet are clogged, and his bathroom cabinets are broken, with stuff spilling out onto the floor. Yet, he doesn't care. When I look into his eyes, they look empty, like he's just a shell of a person. It's honestly scary how much we look and act alike to the point where we've been mistaken for each other.
Recently, during a huge argument, my dad finally admitted that he knows he hasn't been the best father. He wants to put me in life coaching, but I declined. At this point, I'm beyond broken. I can never escape my unfortunate genetic destiny. When I look at both sides of my family, it's laughable and evident how subhuman we are. I'm a sub 5, and I mog my siblings and all of my cousins. It's brutally over for me. I'm just coping with this hellhole of a life until I die. I don't have any energy or motivation to do anything anymore because it all feels futile and won't make a difference in my life. No matter what I do, I can't escape this destiny of subhumanity and loneliness.
I'm coping with the idea that the New World Order will start World War III soon, and I hope the major signs of the end times begin. I'm a Muslim CEL; this is the only way I can cope with this shithole life. I can't wait to leave this life and hopefully go to Jannah. Funny enough, in Islam, your father is supposed to teach you how to pray by the age of puberty. I was fed up with my father not teaching me, so I learned it on my own. Nowadays, all I think about is death and the afterlife. That's all I care about. I no longer have any feelings towards this life. I just can't wait to get it over with. I'm sick of this shit. Nothing gives me pleasure any more besides the tought of death and Jannah as allah said those who are patient will attain the highest place in paradise. (this story is a joke and not meant to be taken literally)
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