you see a foid in the bus stop or in the bus and you remember your high school days and you grasp how
it had never began and how NOTHING EVER CHANGES.
always the same shit, they always ignore you, no use even trying, nothing you can do to "impress them"
you are not a part of the human species.
just an observer a ghost a man waiting on the bus stop that is life waiting for the metaphorical bus of death
moreover at that point, tho I am not sure if I talk only about myself, you will not go home to fap thinking about them
because that requires some minimal degree of hope or bluepillness, so you fap to anime or dolls or waifubots or some other
kink you developed as a cope mechanism.
just let it rot
it had never began and how NOTHING EVER CHANGES.
always the same shit, they always ignore you, no use even trying, nothing you can do to "impress them"
you are not a part of the human species.
just an observer a ghost a man waiting on the bus stop that is life waiting for the metaphorical bus of death
moreover at that point, tho I am not sure if I talk only about myself, you will not go home to fap thinking about them
because that requires some minimal degree of hope or bluepillness, so you fap to anime or dolls or waifubots or some other
kink you developed as a cope mechanism.
just let it rot
