BasedSaiyanCel2002
The Based Saiyan Incel
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Things weren't always like this, for both myself and the world.
I can remember a time when I was just an innocent boy playing Sonic on a low-resolution TV from 2006.
As for the world, I can remember when everything made sense to me and my anxiety levels were at an all-time low, if not nonexistent.
But then came 2015, the year everything went to shit. Feminists came out of the woodwork, Wokeness was beginning to take shape, and both of these spelled doom for my future, unbeknownst to me at the time who was still only 12 and later 13.
Fast forward to 2022, I've gone through 7 (although the suffering started in earnest on the second year) years of suffering and I'm now 20, and of course, still a virgin.
The past 7 years have molded me into the person I am today. If not for the over decade and a half of torment I've gone through, I'd probably just be a depressed Normie.
These past 7 years have been so scarring and unbearable, that I've almost roped, not once, not twice, but 3 TIMES. 3 FUCKING TIMES!!!!
The first time I tried to drown myself in my pool. Age 15.
The second time, I cut my wrists so I would bleed to death, I still have the scars btw. Age 16 (I stopped cutting after my 5th incision because I pussied out)
The third time and quite possibly my closest to succeeding, I tried to drink myself to death with my dad's liquor but it didn't work and I had the worst nausea and later vomiting I've ever had in my life. Age 18
That's not including the ways I've considered roping but not going through with it.
I've thought of so many different ways to kill myself over the years.
Jumping in front of an oncoming semi-truck.
Overdosing on drugs.
Eating cherry pits.
Driving my car off a cliff.
Picking a fight with a Chad and letting him beat me to death. (Bonus: He goes to prison.)
Going ER and raping spree, then shootout with Cops/Swat Team and letting them kill me.
It's sad too when I think about it. I put so much thought into the death and destruction of both myself and others, but none of that energy ever seems to go towards anything meaningful. :_(
I can remember a time when I was just an innocent boy playing Sonic on a low-resolution TV from 2006.
As for the world, I can remember when everything made sense to me and my anxiety levels were at an all-time low, if not nonexistent.
But then came 2015, the year everything went to shit. Feminists came out of the woodwork, Wokeness was beginning to take shape, and both of these spelled doom for my future, unbeknownst to me at the time who was still only 12 and later 13.
Fast forward to 2022, I've gone through 7 (although the suffering started in earnest on the second year) years of suffering and I'm now 20, and of course, still a virgin.
The past 7 years have molded me into the person I am today. If not for the over decade and a half of torment I've gone through, I'd probably just be a depressed Normie.
These past 7 years have been so scarring and unbearable, that I've almost roped, not once, not twice, but 3 TIMES. 3 FUCKING TIMES!!!!
The first time I tried to drown myself in my pool. Age 15.
The second time, I cut my wrists so I would bleed to death, I still have the scars btw. Age 16 (I stopped cutting after my 5th incision because I pussied out)
The third time and quite possibly my closest to succeeding, I tried to drink myself to death with my dad's liquor but it didn't work and I had the worst nausea and later vomiting I've ever had in my life. Age 18
That's not including the ways I've considered roping but not going through with it.
I've thought of so many different ways to kill myself over the years.
Jumping in front of an oncoming semi-truck.
Overdosing on drugs.
Eating cherry pits.
Driving my car off a cliff.
Picking a fight with a Chad and letting him beat me to death. (Bonus: He goes to prison.)
Going ER and raping spree, then shootout with Cops/Swat Team and letting them kill me.
It's sad too when I think about it. I put so much thought into the death and destruction of both myself and others, but none of that energy ever seems to go towards anything meaningful. :_(
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