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Hollowmanlet
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Just making this post because i want to see if anyone can relate.
I’m a 22 yo incel, my life is 100% pointless and hopeless, and i’ve been completely set on ending things for a few years now, just been waiting… thing is, unlike others, i don’t really care much, or feel much.
I have absolutely nothing in my life, i don’t do anything, been completely dead socially for years and most days i don’t interact with anyone at all, i gave up on life in like 2021 and have just been waiting to do it since… so on, my life is quite miserable. Yet i’m not depressed and never have been, and i only sometimes feel sad if I’m really thinking about things. I don’t feel mad or bitter anything. I feel genuinely okay with dying and am accepting of it.
Looking back, it’s like i never cared about life, or my family or anyone else, or my future while growing up, and was mostly empty inside. I don’t feel anything for anyone in my family and don’t have an actual relationship with any of them. I don’t really care that i won’t get to have a normal life and grow old. I wish i could have experienced romance and gotten laid, and i kinda miss just going outside more, that’s it really.
I feel unable to really care or feel much of anything. Incapable of feeling empathy or affection. Not sure what’s wrong with me or if i was always like this. I’m going to end things in a week or two, and i just don’t care… don’t mind it at all… I feel ready to say goodbye to this world and go to the abyss.
I’m a 22 yo incel, my life is 100% pointless and hopeless, and i’ve been completely set on ending things for a few years now, just been waiting… thing is, unlike others, i don’t really care much, or feel much.
I have absolutely nothing in my life, i don’t do anything, been completely dead socially for years and most days i don’t interact with anyone at all, i gave up on life in like 2021 and have just been waiting to do it since… so on, my life is quite miserable. Yet i’m not depressed and never have been, and i only sometimes feel sad if I’m really thinking about things. I don’t feel mad or bitter anything. I feel genuinely okay with dying and am accepting of it.
Looking back, it’s like i never cared about life, or my family or anyone else, or my future while growing up, and was mostly empty inside. I don’t feel anything for anyone in my family and don’t have an actual relationship with any of them. I don’t really care that i won’t get to have a normal life and grow old. I wish i could have experienced romance and gotten laid, and i kinda miss just going outside more, that’s it really.
I feel unable to really care or feel much of anything. Incapable of feeling empathy or affection. Not sure what’s wrong with me or if i was always like this. I’m going to end things in a week or two, and i just don’t care… don’t mind it at all… I feel ready to say goodbye to this world and go to the abyss.