Whenever I feel some kind of healing I am forced to go outside and I witness all these couples. It is giga depressing to see guys in thier 20s walking around holding the hand of a girl. This one female was grabbing onto her boyfriend's arm so enthusiastically, she was so proud to be his gf. They have achieved what I have failed, and I tried so hard.
Older couples with babies are brutal. Imagine how it must feel to raise a baby with the love of your life. I will never have that and I can't handle it. Fathers with daughters don't know how good they have it. There was the Easter bunny at the mall and a bunch of girls were getting their faces painted, and their dads were on the sidelines, watching their daughters like the men they're supposed to be.
Some cute women from the bookstore I frequent were dressed in kinda sexy bunny costumes. When I entered the bookstore they recognised me because I buy a lot of books and Pokemon cards there, although they don't know my name. They way they looked at me, it's nothing like the way all the woman look at their bfs. Fortunately, it wasn't disgust (they're very nice tbh). It was more like the look you'd give an old man before you ask them if they need help. Pity mixed with awkwardness as they politely smiled. I think it was extra awkward today because their bunny costumes made them extra attractive. They were even more aware of how intensely they mog and how, quite naturally, they should not be talki g to me or even looking my way. But their job requires them to be nice, and I haven't done anything to warrant ill treatment. In fact I'm pleasant and polite when I purchase my books. So they're stuck in the awkward zone where they're SMV insists they tell me to fuck off, but their job and logic says there's that's wrong. The result? That fucking pitying look as they smile and sincerely try to be nice. Trucels know what I'm talking about.
This is more than just "i will never have a bugatti". It is the denial of a atrong biological impulse. It hurts me intensely.
Older couples with babies are brutal. Imagine how it must feel to raise a baby with the love of your life. I will never have that and I can't handle it. Fathers with daughters don't know how good they have it. There was the Easter bunny at the mall and a bunch of girls were getting their faces painted, and their dads were on the sidelines, watching their daughters like the men they're supposed to be.
Some cute women from the bookstore I frequent were dressed in kinda sexy bunny costumes. When I entered the bookstore they recognised me because I buy a lot of books and Pokemon cards there, although they don't know my name. They way they looked at me, it's nothing like the way all the woman look at their bfs. Fortunately, it wasn't disgust (they're very nice tbh). It was more like the look you'd give an old man before you ask them if they need help. Pity mixed with awkwardness as they politely smiled. I think it was extra awkward today because their bunny costumes made them extra attractive. They were even more aware of how intensely they mog and how, quite naturally, they should not be talki g to me or even looking my way. But their job requires them to be nice, and I haven't done anything to warrant ill treatment. In fact I'm pleasant and polite when I purchase my books. So they're stuck in the awkward zone where they're SMV insists they tell me to fuck off, but their job and logic says there's that's wrong. The result? That fucking pitying look as they smile and sincerely try to be nice. Trucels know what I'm talking about.
This is more than just "i will never have a bugatti". It is the denial of a atrong biological impulse. It hurts me intensely.
