Imagine being a happy go lucky child full of happiness and joy, mindlessly enjoying his childhood playing his favorite video games, spending summers at the swimming pool, and watching your favorite YouTubers. The sun is always shining bright and beautiful.
Puberty hits
You start feeling left out, you feel as though other kids are ruthlessly mean for no good reason, and you start noticing that your interests don’t seem to align with anyone else’s. Girls don’t give you any attention, and when they do it’s entirely negative. But your childhood spirit isn’t extinguished just yet, you still have hope.
Then a girl your age who is the daughter of your family’s friends, who shows up to family functions from when you were a child, is the only girl who doesn’t seem to hate you. So you confess your feelings for her since you’re so deeply in love with her, and instead she chooses to take back her ex boyfriend who had cheated on her. You are devastated, and this feeling of “being in love” you feel is no longer pure, but altered in a sick way. You start to feel nauseous at the thought of her, your anxiety is through the roof, and you spend all day pacing in your room while thinking about her.
Then you still have to see her at more family gatherings and watch her from a distance, losing your mind over your limerence as she mindlessly and obliviously enjoys herself without you. Your mind is obsessed, but subconsciously you already know it’s too late and that you’re not enough, you just don’t want to accept it because you’re trying to hold onto that last thread of hope akin to what you had as a happy child.
Then you become a complete cuck for some reason and give her a beautiful piece of artwork with a rose and her name signed in calligraphy, and when you hand it to her she stares at you coldly, without an ounce of attraction. She puts you in the friendzone yet again and you go home and sob because you spent the entire summer attempting to self improve and build up the courage to give that to her. You had a plan and it failed miserably.
So then 3 years pass and you decide that you had enough so you threaten to kill yourself because you claim she fucked up your head. While it’s true she fucked up your mind you are not suicidal, just deeply angry at her for hurting you, so you essentially try to inflict any kind of trauma you can the way she did against you, and this results in her family threatening to pursue legal action as well as your own family never looking at you the same way again, specifically my bitch of an aunt who drinks all day who is also the reason I ever met this girl to begin with.
So you turn to drugs, smoked some laced weed, and develop severe depersonalization and anxiety problems which lead to you spending all of your days for the next three years doomscrolling on your phone, smoking cigarettes, discovering .is, and solidifying the black pill that has always existed in your mind from the very beginning.
I am Romeo, but Juliet is indifferent to me. Well, was, now she thinks I am a dangerous psychopath. My happiness is destroyed and I absolutely despise women. The single mother household I was raised in prevented me from having any backbone, which led to me having this childish obsession with “romance” that never even existed. Women are of the devil, the spawns of Satan herself.
Oneitiscels please take note, stop being oneitis cucks, or else you will drive yourself to insanity. Romance is not real. Only sex is real for a foid. Not sex with us, sex with Chad.
Puberty hits
You start feeling left out, you feel as though other kids are ruthlessly mean for no good reason, and you start noticing that your interests don’t seem to align with anyone else’s. Girls don’t give you any attention, and when they do it’s entirely negative. But your childhood spirit isn’t extinguished just yet, you still have hope.
Then a girl your age who is the daughter of your family’s friends, who shows up to family functions from when you were a child, is the only girl who doesn’t seem to hate you. So you confess your feelings for her since you’re so deeply in love with her, and instead she chooses to take back her ex boyfriend who had cheated on her. You are devastated, and this feeling of “being in love” you feel is no longer pure, but altered in a sick way. You start to feel nauseous at the thought of her, your anxiety is through the roof, and you spend all day pacing in your room while thinking about her.
Then you still have to see her at more family gatherings and watch her from a distance, losing your mind over your limerence as she mindlessly and obliviously enjoys herself without you. Your mind is obsessed, but subconsciously you already know it’s too late and that you’re not enough, you just don’t want to accept it because you’re trying to hold onto that last thread of hope akin to what you had as a happy child.
Then you become a complete cuck for some reason and give her a beautiful piece of artwork with a rose and her name signed in calligraphy, and when you hand it to her she stares at you coldly, without an ounce of attraction. She puts you in the friendzone yet again and you go home and sob because you spent the entire summer attempting to self improve and build up the courage to give that to her. You had a plan and it failed miserably.
So then 3 years pass and you decide that you had enough so you threaten to kill yourself because you claim she fucked up your head. While it’s true she fucked up your mind you are not suicidal, just deeply angry at her for hurting you, so you essentially try to inflict any kind of trauma you can the way she did against you, and this results in her family threatening to pursue legal action as well as your own family never looking at you the same way again, specifically my bitch of an aunt who drinks all day who is also the reason I ever met this girl to begin with.
So you turn to drugs, smoked some laced weed, and develop severe depersonalization and anxiety problems which lead to you spending all of your days for the next three years doomscrolling on your phone, smoking cigarettes, discovering .is, and solidifying the black pill that has always existed in your mind from the very beginning.
I am Romeo, but Juliet is indifferent to me. Well, was, now she thinks I am a dangerous psychopath. My happiness is destroyed and I absolutely despise women. The single mother household I was raised in prevented me from having any backbone, which led to me having this childish obsession with “romance” that never even existed. Women are of the devil, the spawns of Satan herself.
Oneitiscels please take note, stop being oneitis cucks, or else you will drive yourself to insanity. Romance is not real. Only sex is real for a foid. Not sex with us, sex with Chad.
