I just want to live in Lalaland and not have to worry about my subhuman genetics everytime I go outside. It hurts to even go outside anymore from the hours of 8am - 10pm. Too many slayers, too many normies, too many foids. It’s too many people, constantly looking at me with disgust, looking at me with the killer intent eyes that they always have. They want to kill me. They always have. My mother and father want to kill me. But they know if I stop showing up to my mandatory therapy the federales will show up. They know it. I know it. The only reason I’m alive right now is because of that. I am a slave to my own sub5ness. I only go outside when necessary, which is unfortunately at least once every 10 days, although there was a stretch of time in the past where I didn’t go outside for 2 months, not even during Covid. I just didn’t go outside. I never want to go out again. No girlfriend, no friends, no job, no career, no prospects. Nothing. I have nothing, and I will always be nothing. I’ll still lose weight so I can live a little while longer and have the physical ability to do what I need to do, which I won’t go into detail about. But other than that. I’m doomed to fail at everything. There’s a decent chance I snap one day and save myself from my parents looming and plotting of my murder, but that day is not today. Maybe sometime soon.
