It's almost the year 2020 and I could just rope. I can't get any females to like me, females openly make fun of me when I go out in public minding my own business because I'm getting old as fuck and my already ugly face is basically melting from degeneration, I get nervous attacks from the stress, I'm a beta male pussy boy, I'm old as shit, and the new decade aint gonna want shit to do with me I can promise you that.
All the bluepilled coping methods, which I've been trying recently, haven't amounted to jack shit, if anything all they do is make me feel even more of a nervous bitch boy beta male retarded dinosaur. I'm so low IQ that I can't even mentally detach myself from my suffering, I have to bear the brunt of it all the time because I'm a retard basically.
I'm not going to hurt or kill myself, but I'm beginning to feel eerily similar to how my personal favorite Forever Alone icon, Baraka Mkray, described how he felt in the few years leading up to his demise. I try to honor his memory by being stoic and bluepilling myself into thinking the future won't be bleak for me, I've even considered getting a tattoo across my heart saying "remember Baraka Mkray" to motivate myself not to fall into the pits as he did... not that I would because a) I'm too high inhib and b) I have similar feelings about tattoos as a lot of you do, but but you get the point anyway, which is: it's over for me, the blackpill always catches up to you, and if you're an ugly male with low status, it's over for you too.
All the bluepilled coping methods, which I've been trying recently, haven't amounted to jack shit, if anything all they do is make me feel even more of a nervous bitch boy beta male retarded dinosaur. I'm so low IQ that I can't even mentally detach myself from my suffering, I have to bear the brunt of it all the time because I'm a retard basically.
I'm not going to hurt or kill myself, but I'm beginning to feel eerily similar to how my personal favorite Forever Alone icon, Baraka Mkray, described how he felt in the few years leading up to his demise. I try to honor his memory by being stoic and bluepilling myself into thinking the future won't be bleak for me, I've even considered getting a tattoo across my heart saying "remember Baraka Mkray" to motivate myself not to fall into the pits as he did... not that I would because a) I'm too high inhib and b) I have similar feelings about tattoos as a lot of you do, but but you get the point anyway, which is: it's over for me, the blackpill always catches up to you, and if you're an ugly male with low status, it's over for you too.
