"A vivir que son dos dias," quotes a Spanish phrase; "Let's live, it's just two days". It doesn't feel like it. Unfortunately, I live in a paradox, where time flies and drags like chalk on a blackboard simultaneously. I don't want to lose time, but I want time to pass faster. Because I foolishly carry a hope that someday I will not be so lonely. The blackpill disproves this violently, but I am just a naïve man. I was so, so young when I believed I needed nobody and wanted to stay away from everyone. Now, I regret that deeply, for not only do I have no relationships in my history (which, given my appearance, I could never have), but I feel alone. So damn alone... The pitch black darkness is where my soul resides: alone.
I want a hug... I want someone near me. It's not even about sex anymore, I don't give a shit about sex anymore. I'd trade my life and dignity for just one simple, loving kiss... But my genes don't deserve love, said women. I have sociability issues, that's no secret, the comorbidity of this with being a disgusting manlet... It's simply torture. Hell. I'd so, SO gladly give up most of my "privileges" just in exchange of a normal life. But that offer is not in the table, is it?
I don't want to turn the other cheek to the cold hands of indifference. Indifference, her slaps hurt more than hatred's. Because at least I can hate the people who hate me back, we are equals. But when people are simply indifferent, simply do not care... What are you meant to do? You can't not care, because you simply do; otherwise, their indifference wouldn't hurt you.
Many people on here say the standards are higher than ever, that normies should be getting blackpilled soon, that something is about to happen. I've been in this world, nearly two decades already. A constant that you should remember is that NOTHING EVER HAPPENS. Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing happens. It's unlikely we will see anything akin to gender equality within our lifetime. Who are we meant to hope experiences it? Our children? Nice joke... The truth? Most normies still get laid, just less often than usual. Incelibacy remains the exception and not the rule and as long as it does, incels will be screwed over by feminism again and again. We can't do anything, it's 50% of the world against less than 1%.
People will say the craziest shit to avoid saying the three sacred words; IT. IS. OVER.
Yes, OVER. Absolutely over. NOBODY will lay next to me on the bed, just staring at the roof. NOBODY will tell me that I'm cringe, and I'm perfect for it. NOBODY will ever look at me and I'll see love in those eyes. NOBODY will cheer on me even when it's obvious I'm about to fail. NOBODY will ever tease me about my shit taste in music, then listen to those songs with me, for me. And maybe worse, I'll never do those things to NOBODY. Nobody will ever love me. Nobody. Literally nobody.
I am miserable, truly. So many nights I've slept hugging my pillow, or hugging myself (imagine how desperate you have to be to hug someone you hate). But it's not the same. Nobody loves me. I don't even love myself. And that truth can't be ignored.
I was a teencel once, now I'm 19 and I feel as lost as when I was 15. Summer is ending, and I'm not done seeing the autumn leaves fall. Time and loneliness keep on punching down on me. The only emotions I can experience are hatred and sorrow, every day passes by in a blink and I honestly cant remember the last time I was happy.
I want a hug... I want someone near me. It's not even about sex anymore, I don't give a shit about sex anymore. I'd trade my life and dignity for just one simple, loving kiss... But my genes don't deserve love, said women. I have sociability issues, that's no secret, the comorbidity of this with being a disgusting manlet... It's simply torture. Hell. I'd so, SO gladly give up most of my "privileges" just in exchange of a normal life. But that offer is not in the table, is it?
I don't want to turn the other cheek to the cold hands of indifference. Indifference, her slaps hurt more than hatred's. Because at least I can hate the people who hate me back, we are equals. But when people are simply indifferent, simply do not care... What are you meant to do? You can't not care, because you simply do; otherwise, their indifference wouldn't hurt you.
Many people on here say the standards are higher than ever, that normies should be getting blackpilled soon, that something is about to happen. I've been in this world, nearly two decades already. A constant that you should remember is that NOTHING EVER HAPPENS. Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing happens. It's unlikely we will see anything akin to gender equality within our lifetime. Who are we meant to hope experiences it? Our children? Nice joke... The truth? Most normies still get laid, just less often than usual. Incelibacy remains the exception and not the rule and as long as it does, incels will be screwed over by feminism again and again. We can't do anything, it's 50% of the world against less than 1%.
People will say the craziest shit to avoid saying the three sacred words; IT. IS. OVER.
Yes, OVER. Absolutely over. NOBODY will lay next to me on the bed, just staring at the roof. NOBODY will tell me that I'm cringe, and I'm perfect for it. NOBODY will ever look at me and I'll see love in those eyes. NOBODY will cheer on me even when it's obvious I'm about to fail. NOBODY will ever tease me about my shit taste in music, then listen to those songs with me, for me. And maybe worse, I'll never do those things to NOBODY. Nobody will ever love me. Nobody. Literally nobody.
I am miserable, truly. So many nights I've slept hugging my pillow, or hugging myself (imagine how desperate you have to be to hug someone you hate). But it's not the same. Nobody loves me. I don't even love myself. And that truth can't be ignored.
I was a teencel once, now I'm 19 and I feel as lost as when I was 15. Summer is ending, and I'm not done seeing the autumn leaves fall. Time and loneliness keep on punching down on me. The only emotions I can experience are hatred and sorrow, every day passes by in a blink and I honestly cant remember the last time I was happy.
