Whether it's gaming, religion, sexdolls, drugs, escortmaxxing, television, doomscrolling, postmaxxing, talking to AI girls or whatever other copes you have in mind, they are all meaningless. Maybe water but I don't think enough brocels actually pause and take a moment to fully reflect on this and it's implications. Copes only exist to prolong our pitiful life, to make up for the affection we never had. But no matter what we do, the abyss carved out by our decades of isolation and ostracization can't be filled by our copes. Copes are just the indefinite repetition of the same monotonous moment, trying to relive that initial hit of dopamine we got from the first time we did it. But no matter how much we chase that high, it'll never come. While we rot, normies, chads, stacies are all forming lifelong memories, advancing their social and economic status, experiencing love
There isn't any reason to live, there's no point in dealing with the agonizing torment we are forced to endure just so we can have some free time with our copes. The only reason we are alive is because we are afraid of the unknown and our instincts, cowardice and in some cases, religion keep us bound in chains to this living hell
Copes are usually the only motivation for truecels to even get out of bed in the morning, but the truth is, copes are a hollow platitude given to us by soyciety to make up for everything else we missed out on because of our subhuman genetics
Dying is the only true respite we can have, that we are allowed to have by this world. We are hated by everyone, we are not wanted on this planet, we were never wanted on this planet. We are seen as parasites, parasites who deserve to be extinguished just for existing, for no crime of our own. I will never feel love, I will never feel desired, I won't even feel the warm affectionate touch of anyone, these are mere fantasies that will never be a reality. The things that normies take for granted are things that we would give up everything for, I don't want to be a worthless meat bag that is punched down on by everyone so that they can uplift themselves. I want to be treated as an actual person, that's all I ask for
IT wont touch this but it needs to be said that I do not feel entitled to anything, I know my place in the world, I know that I have no value
I feel so cold and empty all the time, the way we are treated isn't humane at all. A part of me wishes that the government would just euthanize us because I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to deal with this world anymore. Our copes are only temporary, a tiny candle that will be extinguished by a gargantuan hurricane in an instant. Death is the only absolute we have, the only guarantee of peace we have
I don't think there's anything that can save me now, I don't know how much longer I can go. I can't in good faith encourage any other brocels to rope, try to fight for as long as you can but I don't think I have much more fight left in me
A man can survive three weeks without food, three days without drinkable water, three minutes without breathable air but not a single second without hope
There isn't any reason to live, there's no point in dealing with the agonizing torment we are forced to endure just so we can have some free time with our copes. The only reason we are alive is because we are afraid of the unknown and our instincts, cowardice and in some cases, religion keep us bound in chains to this living hell
Copes are usually the only motivation for truecels to even get out of bed in the morning, but the truth is, copes are a hollow platitude given to us by soyciety to make up for everything else we missed out on because of our subhuman genetics
Dying is the only true respite we can have, that we are allowed to have by this world. We are hated by everyone, we are not wanted on this planet, we were never wanted on this planet. We are seen as parasites, parasites who deserve to be extinguished just for existing, for no crime of our own. I will never feel love, I will never feel desired, I won't even feel the warm affectionate touch of anyone, these are mere fantasies that will never be a reality. The things that normies take for granted are things that we would give up everything for, I don't want to be a worthless meat bag that is punched down on by everyone so that they can uplift themselves. I want to be treated as an actual person, that's all I ask for
IT wont touch this but it needs to be said that I do not feel entitled to anything, I know my place in the world, I know that I have no valueI feel so cold and empty all the time, the way we are treated isn't humane at all. A part of me wishes that the government would just euthanize us because I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to deal with this world anymore. Our copes are only temporary, a tiny candle that will be extinguished by a gargantuan hurricane in an instant. Death is the only absolute we have, the only guarantee of peace we have
I don't think there's anything that can save me now, I don't know how much longer I can go. I can't in good faith encourage any other brocels to rope, try to fight for as long as you can but I don't think I have much more fight left in me
A man can survive three weeks without food, three days without drinkable water, three minutes without breathable air but not a single second without hope
