ItheIthe
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I have made it clear that I'm NO LONGER a virgin, thanks only to alcohol (Completely degenerate I regret it every day and deserve to die. I was tired of the virgin stigma). However, I tell you the truth when I say I'm not just some pampered Chad coming in here either.
My first suicide attempts came in middle school. During high school I developed social anxiety SO SEVERE that I got red and sweaty when I so much as had to get up to sharpen a pencil. I tried to avoid looking in the mirror, and often cried when I did. I had acne SCABS all over my face, not just acne. I had a lisp and stutter, I had braces, I didn't know how to dress or shave. I got made fun of a bunch. At some points I badly wanted to go ER. Not because I thought it would serve any political purpose. It was a LITERAL URGE that I felt I HAD TO DO. I really can't explain it other than saying it got to the point where it felt as natural as peeing. It seemed like I HAD TO do it. Thank God I didn't, it wouldn't have served any purpose. Ultimately, I graduated a kissless virgin.
Well, saying that I "graduated" may be a little bit misleading. Actually, I spent the final weeks of high school in juvy and house arrest for threatening suicide by cop. I always felt like an inferior and hopeless little mouse. Girls talked bad about me, and one even straight up called me "disgusting" when I was standing next to her.
So, yeah, I've escaped. But I'm not just this unsympathetic fakecel coming at you. I understand and know well the pain.
My first suicide attempts came in middle school. During high school I developed social anxiety SO SEVERE that I got red and sweaty when I so much as had to get up to sharpen a pencil. I tried to avoid looking in the mirror, and often cried when I did. I had acne SCABS all over my face, not just acne. I had a lisp and stutter, I had braces, I didn't know how to dress or shave. I got made fun of a bunch. At some points I badly wanted to go ER. Not because I thought it would serve any political purpose. It was a LITERAL URGE that I felt I HAD TO DO. I really can't explain it other than saying it got to the point where it felt as natural as peeing. It seemed like I HAD TO do it. Thank God I didn't, it wouldn't have served any purpose. Ultimately, I graduated a kissless virgin.
Well, saying that I "graduated" may be a little bit misleading. Actually, I spent the final weeks of high school in juvy and house arrest for threatening suicide by cop. I always felt like an inferior and hopeless little mouse. Girls talked bad about me, and one even straight up called me "disgusting" when I was standing next to her.
So, yeah, I've escaped. But I'm not just this unsympathetic fakecel coming at you. I understand and know well the pain.