Incelius Savage
The Godfather of Inceldom and Suffering in Life
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I remember i was like 8-9 when street lights first started getting blurry for me. I used to sit in the back of the class and couldnt make a word out on the board without squinting. Even the teacher called on me to read something on the projector board and because i was shy and afraid to tell the truth i tried reading the words out and she took me as a smartass like i was messing the words up on purpose. I guess i did it to look cool. She said “class we arent doing this now since incelius wants to act that way”
Eventually my mother called and and they moved me to the front of the class but i still could barely see.
But eventually i had to get glasses cuz i couldnt make out anything on the eye chart board. I remember i held back from wearing them for a few days but finally brought them to school and put them on and my oneitis inside laughed cuz even she knew it was over for me.
Glasses = death sentence.
Eventually my mother called and and they moved me to the front of the class but i still could barely see.
But eventually i had to get glasses cuz i couldnt make out anything on the eye chart board. I remember i held back from wearing them for a few days but finally brought them to school and put them on and my oneitis inside laughed cuz even she knew it was over for me.
Glasses = death sentence.
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