Past a certain age, your birthday becomes undistinguishable from any other usual day.
Like all birthdays before the current one, you're alone. You're sad and depressed. You still don't have a gf and now you're not even sure you want one anymore.
You're just tired.
You are only but a shell of what you used to be. A broken man.
Paraphrasing Schopie, You lived long enough to know It won't get any better. Life is like a magic trick you've seen it far too many times and end up figuring it out. The trick can't surprise you anymore.
Your birthday is the culmination of all your failures, It's a day where you become even more aware of how you've been wasting your life and your "best" days are behind you.
At least I have an immediate family to "celebrate" with, people who still care about me and I'm grateful for it. Not all incels can say the same (It's just even more brutal for some people).
It is what is.
Such is the life of a subhuman.
Like all birthdays before the current one, you're alone. You're sad and depressed. You still don't have a gf and now you're not even sure you want one anymore.
You're just tired.
You are only but a shell of what you used to be. A broken man.
Paraphrasing Schopie, You lived long enough to know It won't get any better. Life is like a magic trick you've seen it far too many times and end up figuring it out. The trick can't surprise you anymore.
Your birthday is the culmination of all your failures, It's a day where you become even more aware of how you've been wasting your life and your "best" days are behind you.
At least I have an immediate family to "celebrate" with, people who still care about me and I'm grateful for it. Not all incels can say the same (It's just even more brutal for some people).
It is what is.
Such is the life of a subhuman.
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