I share a house with some normies. They're in the kitchen cooking while I am in my room trying to work on my lab report. You guys don't know how much I fantasize about murdering those people with a knife. Years of inceldom and rejection have turned me into a bitter person, I can no longer connect to other individuals. I live my life as a fake whose smiles and politeness is a mere social desguise. I don't even exist at this point. My life is truly over. Even if somehow I escaped incedom I wouldn't be able to connect to my girlfriend/wife or friends. I'm beyond salvation. I like to compare my mental health to that of a soldier who has just returned home from a bloody war to discover that he no longer has anything in common with his family and friends, or society in general. Being an outcast is the fate of an incel.
