I had one "friend" in the past 3 years, and it was a roommate of mine I had for 8 months. I want to rent alone, but the city is too expensive. My roommate, "Bill" was about 5'9" and probably a 5/10. I'm 5'6" with no chin and a nose the size of a fucking planet. Like 2/10 until I start losing my hair.
Every now and again, he would land a Stacy, bring her back to the apartment, and I would have to hear things I will never experience through my wall. Sometimes, I would listen closer to help me fall asleep.
That's not the suisfuel though.
Closer to the end of our lease, I fell into Bill's fucking bluepill trap and asked him for advice since he was always trying to make me more social. I mean, fuck, he's nothing special, so I thought there might be hope for me.
JFL
As I'm writing this, I actually think it Bill might have tried to sabatoge me. He convinced me to grow out a beard hid my chin. Genetics be fucking damned because I sailed on that sinking ship until I thought I had finally found the solution to one of my biggest problems. Bill had already moved out, and during a round of dota2, we agreed to grab some pizza. I felt confident enough to be seen. It was dreamlike.
And that's because it was a fucking dream.
And I woke up.
I meet Bill and his even more attractive normie cuck friends are there with him. They start asking about the "ginger pubes" I "glued to my face" Even my old roommate starts to laugh with them. I was too awkward and upset to leave. I ate a shit ton of pizza since food is my go to cope. They start making fun of how much food I'm eating. I don't know why but I was frozen. I couldn't get up and leave. I just sat there and took the harrassment until they decided to head to some bar on the other side of the neighborhood.
Fuck advice. It's all a trap. No one wants to help us.
Every now and again, he would land a Stacy, bring her back to the apartment, and I would have to hear things I will never experience through my wall. Sometimes, I would listen closer to help me fall asleep.
That's not the suisfuel though.
Closer to the end of our lease, I fell into Bill's fucking bluepill trap and asked him for advice since he was always trying to make me more social. I mean, fuck, he's nothing special, so I thought there might be hope for me.
JFL
As I'm writing this, I actually think it Bill might have tried to sabatoge me. He convinced me to grow out a beard hid my chin. Genetics be fucking damned because I sailed on that sinking ship until I thought I had finally found the solution to one of my biggest problems. Bill had already moved out, and during a round of dota2, we agreed to grab some pizza. I felt confident enough to be seen. It was dreamlike.
And that's because it was a fucking dream.
And I woke up.
I meet Bill and his even more attractive normie cuck friends are there with him. They start asking about the "ginger pubes" I "glued to my face" Even my old roommate starts to laugh with them. I was too awkward and upset to leave. I ate a shit ton of pizza since food is my go to cope. They start making fun of how much food I'm eating. I don't know why but I was frozen. I couldn't get up and leave. I just sat there and took the harrassment until they decided to head to some bar on the other side of the neighborhood.
Fuck advice. It's all a trap. No one wants to help us.
