Disclaimer: This thread should not be read by moral fags who can't stand the thought of a healthy man being attracted to young and nubile lolis of culture.
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I was walking home late at night a few days ago, it was probably around 11 pm, and since the sun sets early in this hemisphere, it was already very dark. While making my way home, I noticed a small hooded silhouette standing against the lamp post. I couldn't discern much of its shape, but I noticed that it had long hair hanging from the sides of its hoodie. I thought it was a JB. My mind immediately raced with thoughts of ascension. It's not uncommon to hear of JBs who whore themselves out for a few $, especially here in the third world. I crossed the street and hoped to intercept her, but when I got closed enough to her and took a long look at her face; I saw her wrinkles. It was an old woman larping as a JB. I don't know what she was doing there late at night, we never exchanged words. But there was no way in hell I would fuck that. She was very wrinkled and old. I went home with the V card still intact.
This is what inceldom does to you. This is what women's rejections have done to me. If lolis from school had given me a chance, I wouldn't be in this situation today. My life would likely have turned out very differently. It's over if you didn't have a relationship with a girl in middle school or high school. You will spend the rest of your life chasing ghosts that are not there.
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I was walking home late at night a few days ago, it was probably around 11 pm, and since the sun sets early in this hemisphere, it was already very dark. While making my way home, I noticed a small hooded silhouette standing against the lamp post. I couldn't discern much of its shape, but I noticed that it had long hair hanging from the sides of its hoodie. I thought it was a JB. My mind immediately raced with thoughts of ascension. It's not uncommon to hear of JBs who whore themselves out for a few $, especially here in the third world. I crossed the street and hoped to intercept her, but when I got closed enough to her and took a long look at her face; I saw her wrinkles. It was an old woman larping as a JB. I don't know what she was doing there late at night, we never exchanged words. But there was no way in hell I would fuck that. She was very wrinkled and old. I went home with the V card still intact.
This is what inceldom does to you. This is what women's rejections have done to me. If lolis from school had given me a chance, I wouldn't be in this situation today. My life would likely have turned out very differently. It's over if you didn't have a relationship with a girl in middle school or high school. You will spend the rest of your life chasing ghosts that are not there.
