It's ironic, isn't it.
Once, I was a naive 13 year old posting on r/incels. Not as a member of the group, no, but to make a mockery of them.
I still remember what I said. "You are all loser virgins", of something of the like.
The actual content of the message doesn't matter, rather, my attitude. I thought it was hilarious that there were tens of thousands of virgin men posting on the internet lamenting how they couldn't get laid because of their looks. After all, I was a tall, popular, attractive young boy who would DEFINITELY be a slayer when I got older, right?
I digress; I was banned for that post, and forgot about incels for a while. At 14, I started to use braincels. The blackpill seemed to be truth, but I still considered myself among the genetic elite.
As I entered high school, I thought it'd be full of young love and relationships. At 15, I developed my first oneitis. She rejected me. It fucked me up badly.
For some cucked reason, I was in love with her. To this day, I still have strong feelings for her. But yeah.
I'm too fucking tired to write anymore. I used to make fun of incels, now I'm a fucking depressed suicidal oneitis-having cuck who deserves to die. It's so fucking over.
Once, I was a naive 13 year old posting on r/incels. Not as a member of the group, no, but to make a mockery of them.
I still remember what I said. "You are all loser virgins", of something of the like.
The actual content of the message doesn't matter, rather, my attitude. I thought it was hilarious that there were tens of thousands of virgin men posting on the internet lamenting how they couldn't get laid because of their looks. After all, I was a tall, popular, attractive young boy who would DEFINITELY be a slayer when I got older, right?
I digress; I was banned for that post, and forgot about incels for a while. At 14, I started to use braincels. The blackpill seemed to be truth, but I still considered myself among the genetic elite.
As I entered high school, I thought it'd be full of young love and relationships. At 15, I developed my first oneitis. She rejected me. It fucked me up badly.
For some cucked reason, I was in love with her. To this day, I still have strong feelings for her. But yeah.
I'm too fucking tired to write anymore. I used to make fun of incels, now I'm a fucking depressed suicidal oneitis-having cuck who deserves to die. It's so fucking over.
