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March 2020. That’s when your life would change forever. From an NT maxxed happy kid to a day long rotter. Lockdown would affect you worse than anyone else. You became a perpetual rotter. All you would do is lie down and watch videos, read history books, and eat like shit. You stopped getting haircuts, stopped grooming your face. You looksminned severely. Till this day you haven’t found the motivation to go back to that life. From a happy kid who had several friends, was close with his boxing coach, you became a real life rotter. You discovered twitter, online forums, and you would waste your time on there. Eventually, all your friends would lose contact with you. You would become depressed. Lonely, crying for days. Your 16 and 17 years were robbed from you due to lockdown. You lost your only chance to ascend. You never got to experience the treat that was teenage love.
When you turned 18, you were a senior in high school. When Schools opened that year, and everyone was made to return, you were a completely different person. You were a broken soul, with no one to talk too. You were just beginning to learn the harsh realities of being an ethnic Indian Manlet. You couldn’t even say a proper sentence without stuttering. Your social skills were nonexistent. Your face was deformed from puberty. You failed to make any friends. Those who did ended up forgetting who you were. You just became lonlier and lonlier. There were nights you just cried alone, wanting to end it all. You dwelled deeper and deeper into the internet, then you discovered the curse that is the blackpill. You just were crushed. You couldn’t believe it. Reality hit you like a truck.
You are 19 now, soon to be 20. College is rough. You will end up dying never being able to have sex with a woman. To never have a relationship. You lost your only chance. Life destroyed you.
These lonely nights in my dorm, with no one to talk too, I always wonder what went wrong in my life, why couldn’t I ascend. You lost all your friends, you lost your close relations. You were alone in a cruel world with every odd stacked against you. You now open Yik Yak and see barrages of racist comments towards Indians. You go outside and see happy couples, which makes you suicidal. I wish someone was there to help you during lockdown, to help you during high school. I wish you weren’t so alone and could have a shoulder to cry on in those torturous nights. I wish your parents were less toxic and were willing to listen to your thoughts. I am truly sorry for what is to come for you in the future.
When you turned 18, you were a senior in high school. When Schools opened that year, and everyone was made to return, you were a completely different person. You were a broken soul, with no one to talk too. You were just beginning to learn the harsh realities of being an ethnic Indian Manlet. You couldn’t even say a proper sentence without stuttering. Your social skills were nonexistent. Your face was deformed from puberty. You failed to make any friends. Those who did ended up forgetting who you were. You just became lonlier and lonlier. There were nights you just cried alone, wanting to end it all. You dwelled deeper and deeper into the internet, then you discovered the curse that is the blackpill. You just were crushed. You couldn’t believe it. Reality hit you like a truck.
You are 19 now, soon to be 20. College is rough. You will end up dying never being able to have sex with a woman. To never have a relationship. You lost your only chance. Life destroyed you.
These lonely nights in my dorm, with no one to talk too, I always wonder what went wrong in my life, why couldn’t I ascend. You lost all your friends, you lost your close relations. You were alone in a cruel world with every odd stacked against you. You now open Yik Yak and see barrages of racist comments towards Indians. You go outside and see happy couples, which makes you suicidal. I wish someone was there to help you during lockdown, to help you during high school. I wish you weren’t so alone and could have a shoulder to cry on in those torturous nights. I wish your parents were less toxic and were willing to listen to your thoughts. I am truly sorry for what is to come for you in the future.
