It was always fated as such. It's a large part of being an incel, after all. There's many things that normgroids do that irritate me, but one of the most irking things is when they make it out like our only problem with our situation is the lack of sex that we have. They'll tell us that getting laid isn't that special, that we can be happy without sex, that we're not entitled to it, and the other aspects of their drivel—but they never actually understand what it fundamentally means to be an incel, and what we lament over.
That is, we're undesirable. Undesirable to women, to people, to our peers, to those who should love us, and to the very universe itself. Every day that passes us by may as well be a constant fight for our lives considering this universe would like nothing more than to snuff us out and see us perish. We're genetic failures who even Nature despises, and only managed to live past our infancy due to the luxuries that modern society provided us. In more primal times, you were the weaker man who was outcast from the group and left to solemnly perish alone with no way to sustain yourself.
Nothing will ever work out for us. Fate herself loathes us.