I have these visions. Even when I'm not thinking about them, they come to my brain. In my visions, I die alone in my bed and that's it. I guess my parents will have already passed away, so there's no one else in the world who cares about me. I've noticed that, in my vision, I'm slightly fatter than I am right now but I'm not old. Judging by the looks of my body, I will be in my 40s when I die. The cause of my death is not presented to me; it's not suicide. I don't feel any panic when I see it; it doesn't look painful. I noticed that my room and bed are clean and I can see my books stacked on the bookshelf.
It's not like there's a bright future waiting for us all. To escape inceldom would mean that I'd bring a child to this world to partake in the suffering of human existence. I'm in a sort of last-of-the-Mohicans situation. I'm an only child; this branch of my family ends with me. My cousins have children, but since they married ethnic women; their children look 100% curry. I want to spare my offsprings the same fate. It's okay to die like that. At least the crime which was committed against me will be repeated no longer. It ends here with me, and that's fine.
It's not like there's a bright future waiting for us all. To escape inceldom would mean that I'd bring a child to this world to partake in the suffering of human existence. I'm in a sort of last-of-the-Mohicans situation. I'm an only child; this branch of my family ends with me. My cousins have children, but since they married ethnic women; their children look 100% curry. I want to spare my offsprings the same fate. It's okay to die like that. At least the crime which was committed against me will be repeated no longer. It ends here with me, and that's fine.
