I was born with a terrible condition that required me to be constantly on the lookout for not making any sudden moves or even fall. As a kid, you know how it is. You are a stupid irresponsible little shit that can't contain himself. Yea, for normal kids they get bruised and walk it off. For me, since my bones are fragile, it would only get me to the hospital (and if it's worse have a surgery). Ever since I gained self awareness I remember feeling tortured by having to go through these surgeries. From the psychological torture of having to be ripped away from my mother to go to a scary looking surgery room to then wake up fucked up in pain due to whatever the fuck the doctors did to me while I was asleep. All I can say is that it was pretty rough.
I even have this vivid memory of me screaming "Mommy!" while I was being taken away to the operating room. Looking at it from a 3rd person perspective, as if I am a neutral witness, it's a heartbreaking sight.
If I can remember correctly, I had around 15 surgeries, with my last one being a couple years ago. So yeah, I had a rough start in my childhood.
But I didn't let that one depress me, I remember as a kid I had a fighting spirit within me, to keep moving forward. I had an optimistic outlook on my future, where I can leave behind my painful past, make new friends and have a normal peaceful life. Basically I was a dreamer.
I was already aware as a kid that we lived in a fucked up reality, but I thought that's ok, we will progress, fix everything and reach utopia. You know, that usual bluepilled shit we as kids believed in.
But as I grew older, I started to learn more about society and it was not how I thought it was.
Then the 2020s hit, I learn more about this world, I observe the events that are unfolding around me and in 2021, I think, I get exposed to Dbdr's content about the BP. And that got me reflecting on my life and my interaction with others.
It was rough for me to make friends, and if I did make some, they would pretty soon leave me behind for others. I never understood why. Some said I talk too much, others said I was annoying. It honestly perplexed me. Until now, I thought I did something wrong and it was my fault. But with the BP, everything started to make sense why normies were so hostile towards me.
Now reflecting back on my life and my struggles, I came to the realisation it was all for nothing. This world, society and people in general are pure garbage that deserve to be extinguished by a falling meteor. Honestly it would be a blessing if that happened.
The only thing that keeps me away from roping are my copes. The kind hearted kid that I used to be is gone, the only thing that remains is just pure rage and hatred for this garbage world.
There you go, that is my life story. Feel free to write whatever you wish.
I even have this vivid memory of me screaming "Mommy!" while I was being taken away to the operating room. Looking at it from a 3rd person perspective, as if I am a neutral witness, it's a heartbreaking sight.
If I can remember correctly, I had around 15 surgeries, with my last one being a couple years ago. So yeah, I had a rough start in my childhood.
But I didn't let that one depress me, I remember as a kid I had a fighting spirit within me, to keep moving forward. I had an optimistic outlook on my future, where I can leave behind my painful past, make new friends and have a normal peaceful life. Basically I was a dreamer.
I was already aware as a kid that we lived in a fucked up reality, but I thought that's ok, we will progress, fix everything and reach utopia. You know, that usual bluepilled shit we as kids believed in.
But as I grew older, I started to learn more about society and it was not how I thought it was.
Then the 2020s hit, I learn more about this world, I observe the events that are unfolding around me and in 2021, I think, I get exposed to Dbdr's content about the BP. And that got me reflecting on my life and my interaction with others.
It was rough for me to make friends, and if I did make some, they would pretty soon leave me behind for others. I never understood why. Some said I talk too much, others said I was annoying. It honestly perplexed me. Until now, I thought I did something wrong and it was my fault. But with the BP, everything started to make sense why normies were so hostile towards me.
Now reflecting back on my life and my struggles, I came to the realisation it was all for nothing. This world, society and people in general are pure garbage that deserve to be extinguished by a falling meteor. Honestly it would be a blessing if that happened.
The only thing that keeps me away from roping are my copes. The kind hearted kid that I used to be is gone, the only thing that remains is just pure rage and hatred for this garbage world.
There you go, that is my life story. Feel free to write whatever you wish.
Last edited:
