SuicideFuel Living in a shitty city or shitty part of the city is mental abuse

[tranny destroyer1]

I’ve been trying to ignore where I live because it makes me depressed, but the truth is I live in a shitty city for failed people, I am a failed person no matter how hard I try to deny

Every where I go and walk: gross house with uncapped lawns and old one-story houses with falling off pain.

When I drive anywhere I try to never look at my surroundings; it’s all closed businesses and terrible people. There was a Wendy’s near my house that closed down, it made me really sad because I like that place and also my city is so shit we couldn’t keep a Wendy’s?

Ever since I was young I was ashamed of being who I am and what I am because of my looks and personality and the cherry on top is my location.

I remember, all the kids who where Chad and good looking in highschool where the rich white kids who lived in the North, far away from my miserable existence. I am lesser just because of where I lived.

 

[AtrociousCitizen]

Locationpill is brutal. Growing up in a dead area vs a thriving one is night and day. Better schools, better social circles, better opportunities, though ultimately you will suffer regardless of where you are if your genetics are suboptimal.

 

[Slut_Annihilator298]

I wish I grew up in a rural area in the countryside.

 

[undertaker77]

Both of my granddads grew up in nice remote villages and they both moved to nigger London because they both wrongly thought that living in nigger London would make them rich and turn them into millionaires.