wizardcel
Lolicon, anti aoc advocate and sexual marxist.
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Last night I had a dream: a girl who I used to know in 2011-2013 became my girlfriend. My brain knows it's impossible to happen; but apparently, it lavishes on my getting depressed. I can cope as much as I want; whenever I fall asleep, my brain will reveal my innermost wants.
My brain doesn't work in my favour. A healthy brain would create pleasant dreams, whereas mine conjures up things that will never happen. It probably wants me to rope. I can never ignore my problems in the way normies do; the grey mass inside my skull won't allow that.
It's a pretty shitty situation. I wish I could forget about inceldom. It's so much easier to live when you are not that self-aware. Self-awareness is a natural state for some people. You can't shut it down. Even when you try to block it; it comes back. This sensitivity is what led to my discovering the blackpill. A normie would have never reached the same conclusions about women and relationships.
My brain doesn't work in my favour. A healthy brain would create pleasant dreams, whereas mine conjures up things that will never happen. It probably wants me to rope. I can never ignore my problems in the way normies do; the grey mass inside my skull won't allow that.
It's a pretty shitty situation. I wish I could forget about inceldom. It's so much easier to live when you are not that self-aware. Self-awareness is a natural state for some people. You can't shut it down. Even when you try to block it; it comes back. This sensitivity is what led to my discovering the blackpill. A normie would have never reached the same conclusions about women and relationships.
