Being infallible burden bearers.
No one like Incels will ever exceed at this, literally, no amount of pain, mourning, suffering tops the one of knowing your existence was naturally meant to be terminated, and that the world doesn’t need you around, your seed, you are organic waste made to be forgotten and cut off from the architecture of living things. You cannot really fathom how many levels there’s to this, no animal is prepared to metabolize a truth so harsh. You don’t belong with the things in the world, the soil, the rivers, the sunbeams, the cycles of nature, you are a mistake, a disturbance in the function, a redundancy, a “given error” in creation, God unwanted child, and I say this with heartfelt pain because I do sometimes seek comfort in Christ, but this realization makes it really difficult. The only thing thats keeping me alive is that I might be proved wrong, but my mortal knowledge is winning over the divine at the state of things.
That said, there’s nothing in the singularity of “being” a living object that hurts more than “you shouldn’t be”. Nothing. Better to lose a close one, have your limbs cut off, be skinned alive, than to realize that u were just a disturbance in the eco.
There’s nothing that is gonna ever hurt more than the things Ive talked about in the journey of Inceldom. I feel superhuman to everything else that is happening to me.
No one like Incels will ever exceed at this, literally, no amount of pain, mourning, suffering tops the one of knowing your existence was naturally meant to be terminated, and that the world doesn’t need you around, your seed, you are organic waste made to be forgotten and cut off from the architecture of living things. You cannot really fathom how many levels there’s to this, no animal is prepared to metabolize a truth so harsh. You don’t belong with the things in the world, the soil, the rivers, the sunbeams, the cycles of nature, you are a mistake, a disturbance in the function, a redundancy, a “given error” in creation, God unwanted child, and I say this with heartfelt pain because I do sometimes seek comfort in Christ, but this realization makes it really difficult. The only thing thats keeping me alive is that I might be proved wrong, but my mortal knowledge is winning over the divine at the state of things.
That said, there’s nothing in the singularity of “being” a living object that hurts more than “you shouldn’t be”. Nothing. Better to lose a close one, have your limbs cut off, be skinned alive, than to realize that u were just a disturbance in the eco.
There’s nothing that is gonna ever hurt more than the things Ive talked about in the journey of Inceldom. I feel superhuman to everything else that is happening to me.
