SquareBin
So many masks, I forgot my face.
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- Jan 18, 2019
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>be me, 6-11yo
>ask other pupils if I can play with them
« No SquareBin »
« But I never play... how am I supposed to improve my game skill otherwise ? »
(Didn’t know about clubs back then, parents still in this divorce shit, couldn’t care to search a club for me)
>watch them play.
>nothing else to do in the playground
>search for a teacher
>tell him/her others won’t let me in
>teacher ask that I’m included too
>they reluctantly say yes
>sometime they would argue with the teacher, and the teacher would give up
>when I’m in, I never get the ball, no one calls me for help, never have the chance to even participate
>am told that I’m useless and should just sit on the side
>as time passed, I developped social anxiety
>fear of others, fear of rejections
>at around the fucking age of 9
Do IncelTears not understand that others around me turned me into the mess I am today ?
That I turned « toxic » not because of my « personality » but my environment ?
And when they later turned into « chads », socially successful and good looks, I was crippled, had low esteem, contemplated my rope at home, was visiting the school psychologist at 14yo regularly...
How am I supposed to not feel jealousy, intense hatred and resentment against these people ?
Why is there not more understanding ?
>it can’t have been my personality
>I was weak and somewhat bullied
>there was nothing I could do, even with a time machine I’d still be clueless
>have a strong feeling that no one will ever love or care about me
ffw to today and it still depress me
Feminists love to preach for equality, but there’s no support group for people like me.
I’m told that I simply need to move on and see a psychologist. I still am and she’s clueless.
I need other people’s friendship/love to heal.
But if I was rejected as a kid, why would it be different today ?
I was lost for a long time, lurking many forums and such, and even though this one isn’t perfect, it’s a place where I can feel vulnerable. It’s the only place where I know many others can relate to my experience.
I’m not just an « incel ». If anyone at IT reads this, keep in mind that we have bigger baggage’s than simply a few rejection from girls.
I still haven’t healed, and I try to reject my humanity to stop the pain.
>ask other pupils if I can play with them
« No SquareBin »
« But I never play... how am I supposed to improve my game skill otherwise ? »
(Didn’t know about clubs back then, parents still in this divorce shit, couldn’t care to search a club for me)
>watch them play.
>nothing else to do in the playground
>search for a teacher
>tell him/her others won’t let me in
>teacher ask that I’m included too
>they reluctantly say yes
>sometime they would argue with the teacher, and the teacher would give up
>when I’m in, I never get the ball, no one calls me for help, never have the chance to even participate
>am told that I’m useless and should just sit on the side
>as time passed, I developped social anxiety
>fear of others, fear of rejections
>at around the fucking age of 9
Do IncelTears not understand that others around me turned me into the mess I am today ?
That I turned « toxic » not because of my « personality » but my environment ?
And when they later turned into « chads », socially successful and good looks, I was crippled, had low esteem, contemplated my rope at home, was visiting the school psychologist at 14yo regularly...
How am I supposed to not feel jealousy, intense hatred and resentment against these people ?
Why is there not more understanding ?
>it can’t have been my personality
>I was weak and somewhat bullied
>there was nothing I could do, even with a time machine I’d still be clueless
>have a strong feeling that no one will ever love or care about me
ffw to today and it still depress me
Feminists love to preach for equality, but there’s no support group for people like me.
I’m told that I simply need to move on and see a psychologist. I still am and she’s clueless.
I need other people’s friendship/love to heal.
But if I was rejected as a kid, why would it be different today ?
I was lost for a long time, lurking many forums and such, and even though this one isn’t perfect, it’s a place where I can feel vulnerable. It’s the only place where I know many others can relate to my experience.
I’m not just an « incel ». If anyone at IT reads this, keep in mind that we have bigger baggage’s than simply a few rejection from girls.
I still haven’t healed, and I try to reject my humanity to stop the pain.