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... but it obviously isn't. "Women never rejected me, I just didn't do things right". "If I try harder next time, for sure I'll succeed". "Things can get better". "Well, life sucks for everyone anyways, right". "I always had friends, I just didn't notice them". "I was never alone".
It never began. It's not a time period of my life. It is my life. When everyone went out to play while in school, I stayed in the classroom, awkwardly, uncomfortable. Zero friends, even at that age. Foids that seemed to be attracted to me only wanted to use me to feel better about themselves. Many of them, that supposedly considered me "a close friend", finally left and never came back again. Supposedly because of their own personal reasons... go figure. Of course, they had sex. With someone else. And they didn't think about me during the act. Not for a split second. Not for an instant.
I can't believe that after so many years, I still have doubts. I mean. I wouldn't call them doubts, to be honest. I had doubts, when I created this account years ago and just lurked. Every now and then, I read a post here and there and perhaps nodded a little. But not now. Now I'm sure this is my life. But there's still so much frustration. I might say that I'm between the bargaining and depression stages of grief. "Well it is a bit true... but not completely". Fuck that. It's completely true. It never began. It's never going anywhere. I'm stuck with this miserable life, for who knows how long.
To "live", only to be hated. Over and over.
I guess I won't get in-depth about this because it might be too much even here but... damn, if those foids and normies knew at least a little of what this intense, unbearable pain feels like. I wonder if they would keep laughing.
It never began. It's not a time period of my life. It is my life. When everyone went out to play while in school, I stayed in the classroom, awkwardly, uncomfortable. Zero friends, even at that age. Foids that seemed to be attracted to me only wanted to use me to feel better about themselves. Many of them, that supposedly considered me "a close friend", finally left and never came back again. Supposedly because of their own personal reasons... go figure. Of course, they had sex. With someone else. And they didn't think about me during the act. Not for a split second. Not for an instant.
I can't believe that after so many years, I still have doubts. I mean. I wouldn't call them doubts, to be honest. I had doubts, when I created this account years ago and just lurked. Every now and then, I read a post here and there and perhaps nodded a little. But not now. Now I'm sure this is my life. But there's still so much frustration. I might say that I'm between the bargaining and depression stages of grief. "Well it is a bit true... but not completely". Fuck that. It's completely true. It never began. It's never going anywhere. I'm stuck with this miserable life, for who knows how long.
To "live", only to be hated. Over and over.
I guess I won't get in-depth about this because it might be too much even here but... damn, if those foids and normies knew at least a little of what this intense, unbearable pain feels like. I wonder if they would keep laughing.
