Do any of you here feel cursed? Like you're just meant to make the wrong decision despite your better judgement? Like a malicious entity or universal law is guiding you to self-destruction? I can count so many instances in my life whre it was clear to me what the right choice was, and yet still i failled utterly and tremendously. I feel trapped and abused, like a beaten animal in cage. Every single one of you reading this could have been capable and succesful chads, but it was a fucking coin toss that you lost. Normies always asume that the thread of their lives is entirelly dependant on them, but i ask you: is there any difference between the randomness of genetic recombination and the little decisions that you take every day? It's a retorical question - there isn't. In the same way you're a hardcore chudcel, you could have been a fucking faggot. In the same way you're Dolph Lundgren, you could have been a rickshaw driver. Nothing that you do, say, feel or think will ever be a matter of your agency, because you have non to begin with. The only freedom is that of non-existence. Despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage.
