incelerated
It's all about luck, not looks
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I was in the subway and this pretty boy was there with his manlet friend.
He was obviously a rich kid, tall, had light skin, little skin hair, and light brown hair. Having these traits makes you a gigachad in Iran. There is literally no Iranian femoid that does not open her legs wide for a tall pretty boy with light skin and light hair.
He was talking about university. He seemed to be studying engineering. Of course he does.
As I was thinking about how much pussy he gets and seething over how I must do absolutely mundane accounting tasks while this Chad will get a high paying fun engineering job he started actually talking about his dates.
He was so fucking casual about it that my blood was boiling. It was as if girls are something he just picks up for free from the side of the street. Which is literally what he does probably.
It was brutal hearing the way he talked. His fucking tone man. He was going out with multiple girls of course. And he talked about them like they were fucking snacks. I can't describe the casuality of his tone and how he talked about them matter-of-factly.
I want to die.
What the fuck is this life????
What the fuck am I even doing??
I wanna cry. I just wanna cry and die. This is too much I swear. This is too much.
He was obviously a rich kid, tall, had light skin, little skin hair, and light brown hair. Having these traits makes you a gigachad in Iran. There is literally no Iranian femoid that does not open her legs wide for a tall pretty boy with light skin and light hair.
He was talking about university. He seemed to be studying engineering. Of course he does.
As I was thinking about how much pussy he gets and seething over how I must do absolutely mundane accounting tasks while this Chad will get a high paying fun engineering job he started actually talking about his dates.
He was so fucking casual about it that my blood was boiling. It was as if girls are something he just picks up for free from the side of the street. Which is literally what he does probably.
It was brutal hearing the way he talked. His fucking tone man. He was going out with multiple girls of course. And he talked about them like they were fucking snacks. I can't describe the casuality of his tone and how he talked about them matter-of-factly.
I want to die.
What the fuck is this life????
What the fuck am I even doing??
I wanna cry. I just wanna cry and die. This is too much I swear. This is too much.