Reality is brutal. The objective truth is love doesn't and can never exist for incels.
I wish reality could change but reality can never change. I didn't want to be an incel, but the world is unfair.
The way I view things is the most ideal move is to accept reality but in a hate-filled lense. For example, I know I'm a publicly humilated truecel, but I don't pretend to enjoy life or have fun, I spend every second of my day hating the world. Because if you accept the world with glee, then that's like surrendering.
My life will be hell for the rest of my life and I will die unhappy on purpose, because I know I can never be genuinely happy as the world is unfair and the circumstances I'm in are terrible (truecel, ugly, viral humilation).
I'm low iq, so that probably didn't make sense.