We incels aren't just fighting life a life that spat on us all one way or another through normies, the system, or whatever else. The result is the same. We just want to live, even just a normal life. We want what our grandparents had.
But we also want to die, because there’s no way out.
How do you live your days without really living or dying?
Would you have roped if it weren’t for your family? What’s keeping you here?
I mostly live like an animal. I eat, sleep, watch a video, read, jerk off to pixels, and go back to sleep. I argue with normies, slowly dripping the blackpill into their brains. I live for a few hypothetical moments that might never happen, and for my family.
It’s empty, but at least it’s something
But we also want to die, because there’s no way out.
How do you live your days without really living or dying?
Would you have roped if it weren’t for your family? What’s keeping you here?
I mostly live like an animal. I eat, sleep, watch a video, read, jerk off to pixels, and go back to sleep. I argue with normies, slowly dripping the blackpill into their brains. I live for a few hypothetical moments that might never happen, and for my family.
It’s empty, but at least it’s something
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