anonymous106
am i the only one who thinks things seem strange
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Subject to an existence of anguish and loneliness by not being attractive enough for girls has been psychological torture.
No one looks at or approaches you, except those who make you the target of malicious jokes.
Time passes and nothing changes, You wonder if God takes pleasure in the pain of the oppressed, You shake your head positively to yourself, fearing to repent of the answer in the future.
You begin to feel the bitterness and hatred bloom in your heart.
You keep taking things in a dark way, dark thoughts start to take over and become your only friends.
Watching the girls and imagine presenting pain to each of them becomes a common thought for you.
It comes to the point of gradually observing each person with hatred and an indescribable repulsion.
seeks refuge in pornography, in the creation of texts similar to these, and in internet forums.
And all you find are people like you.
I wonder how we can value our humanity when the events of our life only lead us to be always on the verge of doing crazy things.
Monday, and again I find myself stuck in the cycle of loneliness.
No one looks at or approaches you, except those who make you the target of malicious jokes.
Time passes and nothing changes, You wonder if God takes pleasure in the pain of the oppressed, You shake your head positively to yourself, fearing to repent of the answer in the future.
You begin to feel the bitterness and hatred bloom in your heart.
You keep taking things in a dark way, dark thoughts start to take over and become your only friends.
Watching the girls and imagine presenting pain to each of them becomes a common thought for you.
It comes to the point of gradually observing each person with hatred and an indescribable repulsion.
seeks refuge in pornography, in the creation of texts similar to these, and in internet forums.
And all you find are people like you.
I wonder how we can value our humanity when the events of our life only lead us to be always on the verge of doing crazy things.
Monday, and again I find myself stuck in the cycle of loneliness.
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