Moroccancel
يا حبيبتي٫ يا مستحيلي
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The world is a sick place where people are moved by many variables, such as ambition, money or vices, and among the most intense: the sexual instinct.
Sometimes, and only on very small occasions, I appreciate being an incel and not a normie that has been cucked while on the front lines at a sandshithole he believes that his wife loves him and as he watches his companions die, he clings to the hope of starting a family and having children.
Sometimes, and only on very small occasions, I appreciate being an incel and not a husband with 3 children, a brutal job that drains his vital energy and that he is faced with losing his home, seeing his children and paying child support that practically leaves him destitute.
Sometimes and only on very small occasions, I appreciate being an incel and not a person who would fall to the bottom of their sanity to take the path of gaymaxxing or trannymaxxing to escape the brutality of the blackpill when everything, absolutely everything, has ended, over, finito.
Sometimes and only on a very small occassions, I appreciate being an incel so that I don't have to have to sleep with someone who hates me and looks at me with revulsion and disgust reminding me day and night that she only uses me for my money and that if she could, she would not just kill me, but she would brutally torture me for some having thought that a subhuman like me approached her with a relationship that in the future she could not bear.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I feel grateful for the great disadvantages that I miss in the lives of most men who are only merchandise and objects of exploitation of psychopathic women.
Sometimes, and only on very small occasions, I appreciate being an incel and not a normie that has been cucked while on the front lines at a sandshithole he believes that his wife loves him and as he watches his companions die, he clings to the hope of starting a family and having children.
Sometimes, and only on very small occasions, I appreciate being an incel and not a husband with 3 children, a brutal job that drains his vital energy and that he is faced with losing his home, seeing his children and paying child support that practically leaves him destitute.
Sometimes and only on very small occasions, I appreciate being an incel and not a person who would fall to the bottom of their sanity to take the path of gaymaxxing or trannymaxxing to escape the brutality of the blackpill when everything, absolutely everything, has ended, over, finito.
Sometimes and only on a very small occassions, I appreciate being an incel so that I don't have to have to sleep with someone who hates me and looks at me with revulsion and disgust reminding me day and night that she only uses me for my money and that if she could, she would not just kill me, but she would brutally torture me for some having thought that a subhuman like me approached her with a relationship that in the future she could not bear.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I feel grateful for the great disadvantages that I miss in the lives of most men who are only merchandise and objects of exploitation of psychopathic women.