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I just wanna be loved, but don’t think I’m worthy
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There’s no other option. There is no escape. No one will want to be friends with me. Girls will never want to love me. I’m not Chad, and I never will be. I will always be alone. I am too friendly. I can’t do it. There is no other way to escape the pain.
I have to commit suicide at some point if I want to avoid living an entire life of pain. There will not be a solution in my lifetime. Sexbots or AI that can fulfill your sexual and social needs won’t be happening. Genetic engineering to turn ugly men into Chads won’t happen. It’ll never get better. I have to die. No amount of lifting, video games, drugs, alcohol, hobbies, whatever will make it better. I have to kill myself. It’s the only way. No one will save me. There’s no manic pixie dream girl who’ll see past my issues, my looks, and will save me via her love. There’s no dudes out there who will wanna hang with me. There’s no one to turn to for emotional support.
I have to die. There’s no other option.
I don’t know when. But I have no choice. I don’t know how much more I can take.
The damage is done. The trauma, the emotional scars, irreversible.
More than likely there is no Heaven. There is no reincarnating into someone worthy of love. There is simply non-existence. But it is probably better than living a life of pain.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
I have to commit suicide at some point if I want to avoid living an entire life of pain. There will not be a solution in my lifetime. Sexbots or AI that can fulfill your sexual and social needs won’t be happening. Genetic engineering to turn ugly men into Chads won’t happen. It’ll never get better. I have to die. No amount of lifting, video games, drugs, alcohol, hobbies, whatever will make it better. I have to kill myself. It’s the only way. No one will save me. There’s no manic pixie dream girl who’ll see past my issues, my looks, and will save me via her love. There’s no dudes out there who will wanna hang with me. There’s no one to turn to for emotional support.
I have to die. There’s no other option.
I don’t know when. But I have no choice. I don’t know how much more I can take.
The damage is done. The trauma, the emotional scars, irreversible.
More than likely there is no Heaven. There is no reincarnating into someone worthy of love. There is simply non-existence. But it is probably better than living a life of pain.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
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