whyjustwhy
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- Oct 10, 2021
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I regret being born. I hate my pathetic manlet life. Ever since 12, my parents agonized me with stretching exercises because my predicted height was low, and NONE of this shit worked. I didn't grow a goddamn inch since 13. Five fucking years of seeing everyone start towering over you and slowly becoming more and more socially isolated. Nobody respects me. 70 percent of men my age are taller than me according to statistics, and it is even worse because I live in a big city. I was literally expulsed from society for not having something you're born with.
I am violently holding in tears as I type this post. It takes a lot of effort, as I find it emasculating to accept I have been completely defeated.
My ultimate wish is to be 9 years old again: A time when the future seemed bright, my self was to be proud of, and my wish was to protect those weaker than me (I once beat up a guy because he was killing ants), and when there was no inequalities to be known: I was a kid, and my friends were kids too. That's all that matters, right?
But here I am, not even 10 years away from such happiness, rotting in a dark room, typing this with manlet fingers as I stare upon a bright, eye-paining screen. What did I do? I always did better at sciences than others, yet I don't recall forcing my slightly dumber peers into depression - instead, I quietly rejoiced my victories over myself. Than why is everyone so mean to me for not being born as good as they are? In many cases, I am more capable than them? Why? Why? For fuck's sake, WHY? I only ever wanted to do good.
Fuck.
I am violently holding in tears as I type this post. It takes a lot of effort, as I find it emasculating to accept I have been completely defeated.
My ultimate wish is to be 9 years old again: A time when the future seemed bright, my self was to be proud of, and my wish was to protect those weaker than me (I once beat up a guy because he was killing ants), and when there was no inequalities to be known: I was a kid, and my friends were kids too. That's all that matters, right?
But here I am, not even 10 years away from such happiness, rotting in a dark room, typing this with manlet fingers as I stare upon a bright, eye-paining screen. What did I do? I always did better at sciences than others, yet I don't recall forcing my slightly dumber peers into depression - instead, I quietly rejoiced my victories over myself. Than why is everyone so mean to me for not being born as good as they are? In many cases, I am more capable than them? Why? Why? For fuck's sake, WHY? I only ever wanted to do good.
Fuck.