Thanatos
Bringer of Death
★★
- Joined
- Jul 7, 2019
- Posts
- 109
Every day I spend in the 'real world' makes me feel more and more like NEETcel is the only way. Not because I get looked down on (literally and figuratively) or because I have to see slutty, whorish foids everywhere I go, but because I have to put up the facade. It's all the lying. Every day I have to act like a bluepilled cuck, pretend I can tolerate foids, even converse with them as if they were actual people rather than sociopathic fuckholes who couldn't hop off of the cock carousel given a year of therapy, a liter of hormonal suppressants and the second coming of Christ. I even have to feed them sweets to make the normies tolerate me. It's like working in a den full of hungry bears, feed or be eaten. And the worst part is bottling up the hatred. It's like holding bile in your throat. All the time. And nothing that I do can make the rage go away. Wanna know what the worst part is? I've been bottling it up so long, I don't even know how to express my rage anymore. If this seems composed for a vent, it's because I don't even remember how to really vent anymore. It's like my mouth is sewn shut, and no matter how much I want to, I can't vent or rage or scream. And I don't know how to cope with it. Being here helps, not because I've figured out how to express, but because it feels good to finally be able to act and say whatever I want. But I now realize that that was wrong, because I still can't say what I want. Not because anyone wants to stop me, but because I don't know how to say what I want. I hate. I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate.