I know most of you will relate to this statement I typed in my journal today: "I reject the very notion that each day is a gift. That there is something to yearn for. I hate hearing that the past is history and the future is a mystery. Fuck that bullshit. My days are a curse. Living inflicts pain on me. I'm barely here by my own will anymore, my life is A mistake."
I have nothing to offer for those who feel like this. I'm just raising my hand to say I feel like this too bros. And I have no fucking idea what to do.
This feeling goes beyond inceldom. it's something lower and more painful. We are the fucking rejects of life, we're non-neurotypicals, truecels, slaves, lower caste, genetic defects, failures, whatever you can identify with. We're a glitch in the system of fucking humanity. unlike some of the members on here we are trapped. We aren't normies pretending to feel like this, we're not low iq foids and neurotypicals who live in lalaland, fitting perfectly into human life and only feeling a tinge of the pain we do. All those people have demonstrated they cannot fucking relate to how low our life is. if they lived a day in our shoes the drastic change to their former life would cause them to explode. They are wealthy in Contentedness for life. Their biggest problems are boredom, lack of a meaningful life, and bullshit like status and the amount of digital numbers they have on a screen, the amount of shiny crystals on their neck or how much space there is in their bedroom. Their lives are akin to children complaining about the sand in the sandbox. Meanwhile we are in hell. Burning. tormented.
I've made countless threads on this, trying to figure out an escape - I've tried to exit using my imagination, I've tried diving into worlds of pure focus on things that aren't this hell, worlds of beauty inside art pieces, adrenaline on motorcycles, creativity in projects, etc. I've tried to paint an escape figuratively and literally. I've tried to desperately escape reality through these hobbies. I've even tried the vain low iq surface level normie neurotypical shit like chasing status and just looking for dopamine all day. But it doesn't work bros. it's all fucking temporary. If you stop driving fast and the adrenaline fades, if you stop focusing on the paint strokes and remember the human body you inhabit, the pain of life sets in.
The big joke in all this, normies are terrified of hell. A lot of them inhibit their worst behavior only because they believe punishment like hell exists. They want to have light at the end of the tunnel, not darkness. But the funny thing is WE live in that hell. We are punished without a cause. In fact, We have no light in our tunnel, The light and hope in our lives is that one day we will leave this hell and return to nonexistence. Death will be a sweet release, a permanent escape from the unenjoyment of living.
We should never have been born here. Our Mom's and Dad's, our ancestors, they all fucked us. I despise this place and I despise how it tries to tell us we can enjoy life, that others are enjoying it and so can we if we keep searching for some magic choice to make. It's all a fucking lie. I despise this place. I want it to end but it won't. I bounce in-between tolerating life, being distracted from it, and being broken by it... I'm never able to just quit. I lack the constitution to kill myself, as do a lot of you. So here we are, welcome incels, welcome to hell. You can't enjoy your stay
I have nothing to offer for those who feel like this. I'm just raising my hand to say I feel like this too bros. And I have no fucking idea what to do.
This feeling goes beyond inceldom. it's something lower and more painful. We are the fucking rejects of life, we're non-neurotypicals, truecels, slaves, lower caste, genetic defects, failures, whatever you can identify with. We're a glitch in the system of fucking humanity. unlike some of the members on here we are trapped. We aren't normies pretending to feel like this, we're not low iq foids and neurotypicals who live in lalaland, fitting perfectly into human life and only feeling a tinge of the pain we do. All those people have demonstrated they cannot fucking relate to how low our life is. if they lived a day in our shoes the drastic change to their former life would cause them to explode. They are wealthy in Contentedness for life. Their biggest problems are boredom, lack of a meaningful life, and bullshit like status and the amount of digital numbers they have on a screen, the amount of shiny crystals on their neck or how much space there is in their bedroom. Their lives are akin to children complaining about the sand in the sandbox. Meanwhile we are in hell. Burning. tormented.
I've made countless threads on this, trying to figure out an escape - I've tried to exit using my imagination, I've tried diving into worlds of pure focus on things that aren't this hell, worlds of beauty inside art pieces, adrenaline on motorcycles, creativity in projects, etc. I've tried to paint an escape figuratively and literally. I've tried to desperately escape reality through these hobbies. I've even tried the vain low iq surface level normie neurotypical shit like chasing status and just looking for dopamine all day. But it doesn't work bros. it's all fucking temporary. If you stop driving fast and the adrenaline fades, if you stop focusing on the paint strokes and remember the human body you inhabit, the pain of life sets in.
The big joke in all this, normies are terrified of hell. A lot of them inhibit their worst behavior only because they believe punishment like hell exists. They want to have light at the end of the tunnel, not darkness. But the funny thing is WE live in that hell. We are punished without a cause. In fact, We have no light in our tunnel, The light and hope in our lives is that one day we will leave this hell and return to nonexistence. Death will be a sweet release, a permanent escape from the unenjoyment of living.
We should never have been born here. Our Mom's and Dad's, our ancestors, they all fucked us. I despise this place and I despise how it tries to tell us we can enjoy life, that others are enjoying it and so can we if we keep searching for some magic choice to make. It's all a fucking lie. I despise this place. I want it to end but it won't. I bounce in-between tolerating life, being distracted from it, and being broken by it... I'm never able to just quit. I lack the constitution to kill myself, as do a lot of you. So here we are, welcome incels, welcome to hell. You can't enjoy your stay
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