LifeFuel Inceldom has turned me into a writer

[subhumanmonkey]

I just write nihilistic short stories and poems about the cruelty of life. It’s one of the few copes that work, shame I’ll never publish them because they are shit

 

[AutistSupremacist]

drop one, I wanna read

 

[subhumanmonkey]

drop one, I wanna read

Bare in mind that I’m still in the process of completing this short one.

Time moves,
but I don’t feel it pass.

One day bleeds quietly into the next,
leaving no edges to remember.
I wake up already tired of existing,
trapped inside a life
I never learned how to want

There’s a misery in me
Without a cause I can point to,
A low ache that hums beneath everything,
It doesn’t scream.
It just stays

 

[Animecel2D]

Our suffering compels us to find an outlet. Writing can be one such outlet

 

[Caichan]

One day bleeds quietly into the next,
leaving no edges to remember.

Story of my life. No memories. None positive at least.

 

[ack]

inceldom has turned me into a gooner

 

[Rottingcel]

inceldom has turned me into a gooner

 

[literallyretarded]

that's a pretty good way to cope more healthy than just gooning all day like me.

 

[autisticsoy]

Have you made a short story

 

[nico]

upload here

 

[minimaltz]

inceldom has turned me into a gooner

 

[chalk son]

Writing is a fine cope, not publishing them is okay and still works as a pastime (unless that's your desired goal)

 

[chalk son]

Bare in mind that I’m still in the process of completing this short one.

Time moves,
but I don’t feel it pass.

One day bleeds quietly into the next,
leaving no edges to remember.
I wake up already tired of existing,
trapped inside a life
I never learned how to want

There’s a misery in me
Without a cause I can point to,
A low ache that hums beneath everything,
It doesn’t scream.
It just stays

I like the melancholic pacing in this

 

[d_qwq]

I just write nihilistic short stories and poems about the cruelty of life. It’s one of the few copes that work, shame I’ll never publish them because they are shit

this is extremely healthy, more incels should scope into the arts unironically, it personally helps me a lot

 

[Barlog]

Bare in mind that I’m still in the process of completing this short one.

Time moves,
but I don’t feel it pass.

One day bleeds quietly into the next,
leaving no edges to remember.
I wake up already tired of existing,
trapped inside a life
I never learned how to want

There’s a misery in me
Without a cause I can point to,
A low ache that hums beneath everything,
It doesn’t scream.
It just stays

I like it

But the cause is simple. Its your looks.