black_depresso
You won't change reality, friend
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I so, so intensely feel, reflect upon, and endure the constant, penetrative awareness of the fact I will never truly be loved by a woman and even if status and moneymaxxed, all intimacy I have with women will be either disgust or discomfort.
No matter what I achieve or acquire in life, I will never acquire genuine sexual and romantic desire from women. This is unbelievably painful to constantly think about in the forefront of my mind.
This is absolute torture. I can’t imagine anything worse. Disability, terminal disease and severe afflictions are salient and obvious, and you know you’re fucked. The motivation to kill your self is much more solidified.
But ugliness is so deceptively innocent in its nature. You’re much less confident/certain in your desire to kill your self. You keep asking yourself, is it really that bad of an issue? I still have my health... you’re supposed to pretend everything’s fine and keep pursuing your life and just be thankful you have good health and no REAL medical issues. Nothing is stopping you from living a successful life. And yet you still suffer. Every. Single. Day. Until death do you part. And yet society tells you to “get over it”
If you can’t have GENUINE LOVE from a romantic partner who supports and cares for you in life, then honestly what is left to do? Is it even worth it? I’m already dealing with Graves’ disease, who knows what else will come. I don’t want another 60 years of suffering
No matter what I achieve or acquire in life, I will never acquire genuine sexual and romantic desire from women. This is unbelievably painful to constantly think about in the forefront of my mind.
This is absolute torture. I can’t imagine anything worse. Disability, terminal disease and severe afflictions are salient and obvious, and you know you’re fucked. The motivation to kill your self is much more solidified.
But ugliness is so deceptively innocent in its nature. You’re much less confident/certain in your desire to kill your self. You keep asking yourself, is it really that bad of an issue? I still have my health... you’re supposed to pretend everything’s fine and keep pursuing your life and just be thankful you have good health and no REAL medical issues. Nothing is stopping you from living a successful life. And yet you still suffer. Every. Single. Day. Until death do you part. And yet society tells you to “get over it”
If you can’t have GENUINE LOVE from a romantic partner who supports and cares for you in life, then honestly what is left to do? Is it even worth it? I’m already dealing with Graves’ disease, who knows what else will come. I don’t want another 60 years of suffering