There's a mirror in my room. Seeing my reflection every morning is inevitable. I despise it, but I can't do anything about it.
I tried ignoring my defects:my conspicuously large jew nose, my fucked up teeth, my protruding lips, my ridiculously small eyes; the size of which cruelly contrasts with the rest of my face. For a moment, it was as if I had never taken the blackpill, as if all things promised by normies were true. It was as if I were one of them; one of those blessed and cursed by ignorance's blissful touch.
Then came reality, thundering into the room, ready to make me its bitch once again. Then came rejection. Then came the looks of disgust from foids and men alike. Then came sitting alone at lunch. Then came reality, thundering into, ready to make me its bitch once again. (Not sure if this belongs in offtopic, if so, my bad.)
I tried ignoring my defects:my conspicuously large jew nose, my fucked up teeth, my protruding lips, my ridiculously small eyes; the size of which cruelly contrasts with the rest of my face. For a moment, it was as if I had never taken the blackpill, as if all things promised by normies were true. It was as if I were one of them; one of those blessed and cursed by ignorance's blissful touch.
Then came reality, thundering into the room, ready to make me its bitch once again. Then came rejection. Then came the looks of disgust from foids and men alike. Then came sitting alone at lunch. Then came reality, thundering into, ready to make me its bitch once again. (Not sure if this belongs in offtopic, if so, my bad.)
