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I looked in the mirror and.... I was still ugly. Today for some extraordinarily unusual reason I felt it was going to be a good day, and something would be different, but then one look in the mirror and it all fell flat and negative.
Isn't it interesting how powerful your facial bones are?
THis experience of waking up optimistic and feeling good like it's going to be a good day, only to have it crushed by the mirror, going outside and all of your lived social experiences of rejection and indifference and hate. We live our entire lives like that as incels. It makes you SERIOUSLY question if live is worth living, when at the beginning of every day you realise your face still hasn't changed and never will.
Isn't it interesting how powerful your facial bones are?
THis experience of waking up optimistic and feeling good like it's going to be a good day, only to have it crushed by the mirror, going outside and all of your lived social experiences of rejection and indifference and hate. We live our entire lives like that as incels. It makes you SERIOUSLY question if live is worth living, when at the beginning of every day you realise your face still hasn't changed and never will.
