ONION BURPS
Most men die at 27 — We just bury them at 72
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There isn't even any emotion behind my life anymore. The anger isn't there. Sadness is gone. It feels like a deeper sensation than numbness.
Like I have finally hit the bottom level of LDAR. I reside where words cannot even penetrate or describe the feeling of "done-ness" I am with this reality.
I walk around my city (still homeless btw) in complete dumbfound-ment. I probably look like I'm on heroin or escaped a mental asylum. I almost feel a drugged level of numbness. My jaw is slacked and I shuffle to-and-fro aimless.
I do just enough doordash to eat and I return to the library or my sleeping spot. I nap almost constantly. My brain is empty.
Am I reaching incel enlightenment ? I feel like a LDAR monk tbh
Like I have finally hit the bottom level of LDAR. I reside where words cannot even penetrate or describe the feeling of "done-ness" I am with this reality.
I walk around my city (still homeless btw) in complete dumbfound-ment. I probably look like I'm on heroin or escaped a mental asylum. I almost feel a drugged level of numbness. My jaw is slacked and I shuffle to-and-fro aimless.
I do just enough doordash to eat and I return to the library or my sleeping spot. I nap almost constantly. My brain is empty.
Am I reaching incel enlightenment ? I feel like a LDAR monk tbh





