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LDAR Rotting in my shed

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That's what I call my apartment. The shed. It's not actually a shed, but I like to pretend it's a shed from a metaphorical perspective. I'm not deserving of anything better than a shed. So that's where I do my rotting. In my shed. I like to think I'm just in a single room shed with a wood stove for heat and metal bars on the sole window by the door. That's the shed my dad built one time. As a child, I remember warming myself by the wood stove as he worked on his motorcycle. I bet he never thought I'd end up being a complete failure in life and ending up as an incel.

I wonder how bad rotting was back in the old days without Internet access, for truecels. I bet they went insane a lot quicker, maybe resorted to a life of crime to find some purpose, just to get out of their shed and do something. Must have been exciting.

I bet I could probably go to sleep now, but I'm too bored of sleeping so I'm just going to stay awake. I feel like I don't have much time left. You ever get that feeling, like, you know you know life is going to be over soon? Maybe I'll die in my sleep. Or the cancer will be swift. Or I'll get hit by a bus the following day. I don't know, I just feel like it's about to be over. Another wasted life.

The blackness of space echoes like a tomb, yet the stars continue to shine. Why does it take so long for the sun to die? What's the purpose to all of this? Why do we rot? What is the existential truth behind rotting? Is there something to rotting that we aren't seeing? Something profound?
 
There's nothing profound here. Just a cycle of birth, toil, reproduction, more toil, and finally death
 
rotting is good for us. a subhuman should make minimal attempts to be out in society. are only means to exist should be in our shed, literal or metaphorical
 
What is the existential truth behind rotting?
The only thing I've discovered so far is that everything would be better off never having existed. I suppose most normies never reach this point, spending years mostly sitting in a room alone really fucks with your mind.
 
That's what I call my apartment. The shed. It's not actually a shed, but I like to pretend it's a shed from a metaphorical perspective. I'm not deserving of anything better than a shed. So that's where I do my rotting. In my shed. I like to think I'm just in a single room shed with a wood stove for heat and metal bars on the sole window by the door. That's the shed my dad built one time. As a child, I remember warming myself by the wood stove as he worked on his motorcycle. I bet he never thought I'd end up being a complete failure in life and ending up as an incel.

I wonder how bad rotting was back in the old days without Internet access, for truecels. I bet they went insane a lot quicker, maybe resorted to a life of crime to find some purpose, just to get out of their shed and do something. Must have been exciting.

I bet I could probably go to sleep now, but I'm too bored of sleeping so I'm just going to stay awake. I feel like I don't have much time left. You ever get that feeling, like, you know you know life is going to be over soon? Maybe I'll die in my sleep. Or the cancer will be swift. Or I'll get hit by a bus the following day. I don't know, I just feel like it's about to be over. Another wasted life.

The blackness of space echoes like a tomb, yet the stars continue to shine. Why does it take so long for the sun to die? What's the purpose to all of this? Why do we rot? What is the existential truth behind rotting? Is there something to rotting that we aren't seeing? Something profound?

Better to cope with grace by using escorts and drugs. You won't ever be able to date a stacy/ cute 8+ slut unless your a 8+ yourself but don't limit yourself because of your face. Get good income and fuck escorts and do drugs. Live life to the fullest bro
 
Disappointed OP, I thought you actually lived in a garden shed as I once did.
 
Interesting read. I can relate to some of what you’re saying.
 
That's what I call my apartment. The shed. It's not actually a shed, but I like to pretend it's a shed from a metaphorical perspective. I'm not deserving of anything better than a shed. So that's where I do my rotting. In my shed. I like to think I'm just in a single room shed with a wood stove for heat and metal bars on the sole window by the door. That's the shed my dad built one time. As a child, I remember warming myself by the wood stove as he worked on his motorcycle. I bet he never thought I'd end up being a complete failure in life and ending up as an incel.

I wonder how bad rotting was back in the old days without Internet access, for truecels. I bet they went insane a lot quicker, maybe resorted to a life of crime to find some purpose, just to get out of their shed and do something. Must have been exciting.

I bet I could probably go to sleep now, but I'm too bored of sleeping so I'm just going to stay awake. I feel like I don't have much time left. You ever get that feeling, like, you know you know life is going to be over soon? Maybe I'll die in my sleep. Or the cancer will be swift. Or I'll get hit by a bus the following day. I don't know, I just feel like it's about to be over. Another wasted life.

The blackness of space echoes like a tomb, yet the stars continue to shine. Why does it take so long for the sun to die? What's the purpose to all of this? Why do we rot? What is the existential truth behind rotting? Is there something to rotting that we aren't seeing? Something profound?
Show pic bruh
 
If you feel comfy in the shed, go for it. Make it your empire bro. Do you live alone?
 
I bet they went insane a lot quicker, maybe resorted to a life of crime to find some purpose
they became serial killers, which is why serial killers disappeared when the internet came onto the scene
 
rotting is good for us. a subhuman should make minimal attempts to be out in society. are only means to exist should be in our shed, literal or metaphorical
rotting is good for us. a subhuman should make minimal attempts to be out in society. are only means to exist should be in our shed, literal or metaphorical
 
I wish I could rot in a shed too
 
Better to cope with grace by using escorts and drugs. You won't ever be able to date a stacy/ cute 8+ slut unless your a 8+ yourself but don't limit yourself because of your face. Get good income and fuck escorts and do drugs. Live life to the fullest bro
Sadly, I'm a dickcel and the thought of a prostitute seeing my 3 inch dick is too humiliating for me.

The only thing I've discovered so far is that everything would be better off never having existed. I suppose most normies never reach this point, spending years mostly sitting in a room alone really fucks with your mind.
We live sad lives. Yet, the life of a normie in a way is even sadder for it is rare that they even find themselves in a situation were they can reflect upon their own existence.

If you feel comfy in the shed, go for it. Make it your empire bro. Do you live alone?
Yes. I guess that's probably how I can call my apartment my shed. It's the isolation factor.
 
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