Gr@v
Recruit
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- Joined
- Jun 6, 2019
- Posts
- 160
Thinking of just coping by focusing on maxxing out my Faith stat. so that I'm prepared once Judgment Day comes through and ignoring these chads and normies.
But, I guess I know why, most of my now ex-friends continue to bash me for constantly being in this miasma of negativity that just so happens to be my life currently.
All of them want nothing to do with me, they hate my existence, my miserable and wretched experiences, struggles, and absolutely fucked irl situation.They don't care. Why should they? I'm just some pesky, grumbly, nagging subhuman male. I amount to nothing, unless I discover something in the field of Science or something notable like that; Which is nigh impossible, people have already done so much and I only aim to live a quiet and normal life making good money by being a General Practitioner while helping people.
Admittedly, most of these said people would probably want my head on a pike for my condition of not having sex by the age of 16 and my inability to actually form proper relationships with people of the opposite sex.
But, there's something I can at least think about positively for now.
Every now and then, I remember that the only person who can listen to me without nagging about how I'm "not fun anymore", or "so negative" would have to be God. All he does is listen, not respond in the form of being disgusted like these creatures, but simply.. listen to my worries and distress. That, and he saw everything I've been put through; All the unfair prejudice I had to put up with all from how I was born "incorrectly" it seems.. and all that shit.
He may not answer my calls and pleas for help now, but I like to at least use this as coping fuel to keep going a little bit more in this miserable existence he cursed me with.
But, I guess I know why, most of my now ex-friends continue to bash me for constantly being in this miasma of negativity that just so happens to be my life currently.
All of them want nothing to do with me, they hate my existence, my miserable and wretched experiences, struggles, and absolutely fucked irl situation.They don't care. Why should they? I'm just some pesky, grumbly, nagging subhuman male. I amount to nothing, unless I discover something in the field of Science or something notable like that; Which is nigh impossible, people have already done so much and I only aim to live a quiet and normal life making good money by being a General Practitioner while helping people.
Admittedly, most of these said people would probably want my head on a pike for my condition of not having sex by the age of 16 and my inability to actually form proper relationships with people of the opposite sex.
But, there's something I can at least think about positively for now.
Every now and then, I remember that the only person who can listen to me without nagging about how I'm "not fun anymore", or "so negative" would have to be God. All he does is listen, not respond in the form of being disgusted like these creatures, but simply.. listen to my worries and distress. That, and he saw everything I've been put through; All the unfair prejudice I had to put up with all from how I was born "incorrectly" it seems.. and all that shit.
He may not answer my calls and pleas for help now, but I like to at least use this as coping fuel to keep going a little bit more in this miserable existence he cursed me with.