I want to share with you a part of me that I still carry with regret and pain after all these years. I woke up with a paralyzing pain in my heart, and what better time to talk about it.
I can’t forgive myself for losing my best friend.
It’s been years, but in my entire life I have never met a person so sharp, shrewd, perceptive, intelligent, blackpilled in his own way even if we never spoke about it back then.
He is a formidable person and has proven himself over the years while I have sunk into the abyss of ineptitude and depression. Three years have passed. Today, he is an engineer while I am a failure working part time at the airport.
We thought the same things, we snuck into absurd places at night, we shared interests and a way of understanding each other. To help you grasp what I mean, it felt a lot like the bond between Astral and Yuma in Yu Gi Oh Zexal.
We were against the world, crafting strategies to escape mediocrity. We even considered living together. I am not gay, but honestly, I will never give another person that level of importance again.
I lost my oneitis and I don’t care, but I can’t forgive myself for losing him. You can probably understand the reasons he moved on and forgot about me. Life happened, ugliness, disappointments, academic failures that marked our final break. In his pragmatism, he saw me as a defeated man and cut all contact.
You might think he is an asshole, but I assure you we had a unique bond. Deep, visceral, sometimes brutal. We never spared each other from insults or even physical blows. But we felt like we had the world in our hands.
And now I have lost all of that, and I am surrounded by mediocrity and idiocy. Nobody is like my best friend.
Blackpill checkmates you at life.
I’m in so much pain and cannot go through this alone, I cannot forgive myself.
I can’t forgive myself for losing my best friend.
It’s been years, but in my entire life I have never met a person so sharp, shrewd, perceptive, intelligent, blackpilled in his own way even if we never spoke about it back then.
He is a formidable person and has proven himself over the years while I have sunk into the abyss of ineptitude and depression. Three years have passed. Today, he is an engineer while I am a failure working part time at the airport.
We thought the same things, we snuck into absurd places at night, we shared interests and a way of understanding each other. To help you grasp what I mean, it felt a lot like the bond between Astral and Yuma in Yu Gi Oh Zexal.
We were against the world, crafting strategies to escape mediocrity. We even considered living together. I am not gay, but honestly, I will never give another person that level of importance again.
I lost my oneitis and I don’t care, but I can’t forgive myself for losing him. You can probably understand the reasons he moved on and forgot about me. Life happened, ugliness, disappointments, academic failures that marked our final break. In his pragmatism, he saw me as a defeated man and cut all contact.
You might think he is an asshole, but I assure you we had a unique bond. Deep, visceral, sometimes brutal. We never spared each other from insults or even physical blows. But we felt like we had the world in our hands.
And now I have lost all of that, and I am surrounded by mediocrity and idiocy. Nobody is like my best friend.
Blackpill checkmates you at life.
I’m in so much pain and cannot go through this alone, I cannot forgive myself.
