Another year, another Valentine's day. Once again, the dreaded day comes closer and closer. It brings nothing but misery and bad memories for me, as I vividly remember back in high school where during this day the chadlite students would get flowers and cards from girls that admired them. I never once got anything like that. Ever.
One particularly memorable Valentine's day experience that really stuck with me due to just how unlucky I was: One time in my homeroom class, the teacher would hand out flowers and gifts that the female students would've got anonymously for a male student they secretly admired. Every single male classmate received a gift, except for me
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Things never got better because I am still alone and unloved years later now, despite trying my hardest to better myself and escape inceldom. Females will always ghost me online, and when I try irl they will find literally any excuse not to talk to me. I don't think I've spoken to a female (besides my mother) for more than 5 months. Every time I try anything it always ends up failing, even just a platonic friendship. Yet on Valentine's day, I get to witness everyone else be happy and enjoying their sweet beautiful girlfriends who care for them and spends time with them. Meanwhile, if I died, no one would care at all. This continuous exposure to this harsh reality has mentally destroyed me
