2002AryanMaxxed1488
卐 5'6 Uggo with Rage, Depression, ADHD & Autism 卐
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At this point in my life, I ask myself, "What point is there anymore? Why do I continue to even bother with upkeep if it's all a fruitless effort?"
By simply embracing my bodies natural rot/deterioration, I achieve a multitude of things.
1. I can stop worrying about what people think of me, because even if I go full 100% tryhard and Chad larp with everything I've got, it's all in vain because females know a Chad when they see one and I am most certainly not.
2. Dirtier people tend to lead shorter lives, meaning I don't have to suffer as long.
3. Eventually my family will be desensitized to the stench and they'll stop complaining about it.
There's no hope for me, there never was. Being born with ADHD and Autism, as well as being 5'6 and extremely ugly, means I'll never be a real human being, let alone a Chad. When I die, they probably won't even give me a proper funeral and will probably just dump my body somewhere for the maggots and vultures to feast on. Although I feel like my corpse would be something to disgusting for even them to eat. I may only be 20, but my life feels over already. Sometimes I wish I was dead.
By simply embracing my bodies natural rot/deterioration, I achieve a multitude of things.
1. I can stop worrying about what people think of me, because even if I go full 100% tryhard and Chad larp with everything I've got, it's all in vain because females know a Chad when they see one and I am most certainly not.
2. Dirtier people tend to lead shorter lives, meaning I don't have to suffer as long.
3. Eventually my family will be desensitized to the stench and they'll stop complaining about it.
There's no hope for me, there never was. Being born with ADHD and Autism, as well as being 5'6 and extremely ugly, means I'll never be a real human being, let alone a Chad. When I die, they probably won't even give me a proper funeral and will probably just dump my body somewhere for the maggots and vultures to feast on. Although I feel like my corpse would be something to disgusting for even them to eat. I may only be 20, but my life feels over already. Sometimes I wish I was dead.