At this point my life is a meaningless wagecuck consumerist & worthless struggle.
I can't see the light at the end of this tunnel, and i am destined to disappear without leaving a trace on this planet. I've accepted it.
I hate the fact that someday i will be found dead on my comfy chair, wearing a damn helium suicide bag. I will die like a fucking NPC and no one will notice.
I would be the happiest man on this planet if i could give my life to protect something that i personally consider worthy, pure and glorious. Something that i love. I would take responsibility and do it.
But apparently i can't even die on my own terms because women are unlovable and disgustingly hypocritical backstabbing whores, and not only them, but also the competitive nature of our universe.
Brainwashed and clueless WW2 cannon fodder troops had a better mental health than the average misanthropic incel.
I wish i could at least die for something, even for some fake propaganda.
Knowledge is not power, Knowledge is a gate to hell called "Reality"
I can't see the light at the end of this tunnel, and i am destined to disappear without leaving a trace on this planet. I've accepted it.
I hate the fact that someday i will be found dead on my comfy chair, wearing a damn helium suicide bag. I will die like a fucking NPC and no one will notice.
I would be the happiest man on this planet if i could give my life to protect something that i personally consider worthy, pure and glorious. Something that i love. I would take responsibility and do it.
But apparently i can't even die on my own terms because women are unlovable and disgustingly hypocritical backstabbing whores, and not only them, but also the competitive nature of our universe.
Brainwashed and clueless WW2 cannon fodder troops had a better mental health than the average misanthropic incel.
I wish i could at least die for something, even for some fake propaganda.
Knowledge is not power, Knowledge is a gate to hell called "Reality"
