It was my first semester at uni. I was stressed from uni work and riding my bike to escape and thinking about dropping out and/or throwing myself off of an 8 story parking garage as usual. It was pretty close to when I withdrew from that semester too so my shit was really slipping at that point. I was at this spot in the middle of campus with these stairsets when I saw a group of 3 other guys on bmx bikes (all brakeless ofc) and one on a mountain bike and I went over to them and starting hanging out with them still apocalyptically depressed. They were way more skilled than me busting out advanced tricks like nothing. I rode around with them until it was dark and while I barely said anything the guy that was most skilled was telling me about how they're around there every day and he could teach me tricks and stuff.
We rode places I never went on my own before. We rode off campus to get weed from one of their houses and on the way there unexpectedly to me, we crossed a busy 6 lanes of street divided by a median. They crossed while there were still cars whizzing by at like 40+mph and a couple of them were even almost hitting them as a game. Me and the guy on the mountain bike crossed to the median when the road was clear like sane people and I exclaimed to them adapting my comment to normie speak, "you guys are wild!" to which one of the guys replied something like "there's no point in living unless you're risking your life" and proceeded to cross the other half of the way while almost hitting another car. At this point I forget my troubles and just enjoy the experience I am having.
We came to the guy's neighborhood and we're on his street which is a downwards hill so I bust out my surfer trick where stand on the seat and handlebars impressing everyone because apparently I'm the only person that has attempted it even though the stuff they were doing is way harder. We get the weed and go to a spot to smoke. One guy rolls a blunt out of a backwood and we start smoking. The guy on the mountain bike who was mostly quiet the whole time started laughing and babbling mostly incoherently and trying to hug people and stuff. Strangely it didn't seem to have that much of an effect on me that time. That was pretty much it, we rode back to campus and I left them a bit later and I never saw them after that because I withdrew that semester and the next semester when I went back I never saw them before I was kicked out.
Those kind of fun times is what normies get to experience every single fukin day. And uni is the ideal environment for it. Now I am stuck back in my shitty hometown area to work a backbreaking trade with fellow sweaty low iq men all because my lack of motivation and being reported by shithead normies for retarded bullshit reasons.
I will probably fuck this up too. Nothing ever goes right for me.
>tfw will never have the uni experience
>tfw will never have uni friends to do uni activities with and have uni adventures at uni
>tfw will never attend a uni party
>tfw will never have uni gf
>tfuckingfw will never have the excitement, freedom, fun and adventure that comes with living in the ultimate social environment, surrounded by people your own age, surrounded by facilities all made for you, the possibilities endless
GOD FUCKING DDDDAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNN SUICIDALPEPE.JPGx100000000
I wish when I died I could go to purgatory which is just me reliving hs and uni but as a normie before my spirit passes on.
We rode places I never went on my own before. We rode off campus to get weed from one of their houses and on the way there unexpectedly to me, we crossed a busy 6 lanes of street divided by a median. They crossed while there were still cars whizzing by at like 40+mph and a couple of them were even almost hitting them as a game. Me and the guy on the mountain bike crossed to the median when the road was clear like sane people and I exclaimed to them adapting my comment to normie speak, "you guys are wild!" to which one of the guys replied something like "there's no point in living unless you're risking your life" and proceeded to cross the other half of the way while almost hitting another car. At this point I forget my troubles and just enjoy the experience I am having.
We came to the guy's neighborhood and we're on his street which is a downwards hill so I bust out my surfer trick where stand on the seat and handlebars impressing everyone because apparently I'm the only person that has attempted it even though the stuff they were doing is way harder. We get the weed and go to a spot to smoke. One guy rolls a blunt out of a backwood and we start smoking. The guy on the mountain bike who was mostly quiet the whole time started laughing and babbling mostly incoherently and trying to hug people and stuff. Strangely it didn't seem to have that much of an effect on me that time. That was pretty much it, we rode back to campus and I left them a bit later and I never saw them after that because I withdrew that semester and the next semester when I went back I never saw them before I was kicked out.
Those kind of fun times is what normies get to experience every single fukin day. And uni is the ideal environment for it. Now I am stuck back in my shitty hometown area to work a backbreaking trade with fellow sweaty low iq men all because my lack of motivation and being reported by shithead normies for retarded bullshit reasons.
I will probably fuck this up too. Nothing ever goes right for me. >tfw will never have the uni experience
>tfw will never have uni friends to do uni activities with and have uni adventures at uni
>tfw will never attend a uni party
>tfw will never have uni gf
>tfuckingfw will never have the excitement, freedom, fun and adventure that comes with living in the ultimate social environment, surrounded by people your own age, surrounded by facilities all made for you, the possibilities endless
GOD FUCKING DDDDAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNN SUICIDALPEPE.JPGx100000000
I wish when I died I could go to purgatory which is just me reliving hs and uni but as a normie before my spirit passes on.
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