SnakeCel
Tactical Inceldom Operations
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I feel so empty. I was trying a lot recently, to wedge myself out from under all these negative feelings. I deep cleaned my room and my bathroom. I've been in top shape with my hygiene, improving my diet, getting a lot done at work, organizing tons of stuff like my email and calendar, on a consistent sleep and activity schedule, selling items I don't need and decluttering. I even got a new haircut and am trying to style my clothing better than before (though it isn't like I dressed like a slob before, as IT might want you to believe).
And at the end of all that there is still nothing. I'm still the same retarded subhuman sitting in front of a computer screen. And when I do go outside to try to improve my connections with other people, it is like they don't even want me there. People don't want me around. Or somehow I unknowingly am awkward, quiet, or I fuck things up. As if all the past experiences and improvements I had still amount to nothing and I am still a massive screwup.
It isn't as if I wasn't blackpilled or knowing about lookism; I have been blackpilled for years. But some part of me thought that maybe cleaning up would have a least improved how people treated me platonically/generally. Or how my mind treated itself. But instead, nothing changed at all. I'm the same person, in the same room, in the same life, as before, except everything looks a little cleaner.
I guess maybe I'm just disappointed is all really. I don't seem to get a lot of fulfillment from things I do by myself anymore. It's all so very empty. And it isn't even depression. It's just emptiness, nothingness. It is frustrating to say the least.
And at the end of all that there is still nothing. I'm still the same retarded subhuman sitting in front of a computer screen. And when I do go outside to try to improve my connections with other people, it is like they don't even want me there. People don't want me around. Or somehow I unknowingly am awkward, quiet, or I fuck things up. As if all the past experiences and improvements I had still amount to nothing and I am still a massive screwup.
It isn't as if I wasn't blackpilled or knowing about lookism; I have been blackpilled for years. But some part of me thought that maybe cleaning up would have a least improved how people treated me platonically/generally. Or how my mind treated itself. But instead, nothing changed at all. I'm the same person, in the same room, in the same life, as before, except everything looks a little cleaner.
I guess maybe I'm just disappointed is all really. I don't seem to get a lot of fulfillment from things I do by myself anymore. It's all so very empty. And it isn't even depression. It's just emptiness, nothingness. It is frustrating to say the least.





