You degenerate fucking shit stains, stay off my fucking street and stop mocking me. 90% of the couples I see in public are stacies and tallfags, and it pains me knowing that the vagina belonging to all of those foids was within a 20 foot vicinity of me, but I don’t get to be the one to fuck her.
All of these couples are way happier than I’ve ever been in a public space as well. I haven’t remembered a single time I’ve smiled and laughed in public in the past 5 years, and anytime before that was because I was accompanied by a friend and I guess being younger means you still have some innocence left. But nowadays I’m fucking beyond miserable in public. I’m constantly over analyzing every move I make in fear of being laughed at or humiliated, and my guard is always up.
I never had the opportunity to let loose and be happy with a woman who I could call my own, meanwhile on my worst days I’ll look up in the sky and ask God what the purpose of any of this is and why I must suffer. Two seconds later I see I happy couple walk right past me, and right then and there I get my fucking answer.
The worst encounter I had was a time I was taking out the trash around the corner, and right as I walked out the door there was a couple in front of me that I had to awkwardly walk behind with the garbage bag I was carrying, and I had to wait an extra 30 seconds to get to the bins because they were walking as slowly as possible while I watched them smile and laugh. Then the guy slapped his girlfriend’s ass right in front of me, and I wanted to fucking bash them right then and there.
But of course I didn’t, I’m a fucking coward. They knew I was behind them, watching. They knew I wouldn’t do shit and that I just had to stand there with my bag of trash. That’s the most poetically tragic part of that encounter. He was holding her hand as well as her ass, and I was holding trash. Once I went back inside I chain-smoked until my lungs were killing me.
I fucking hate all happy couples, I hope all of them get ran over by 18 wheelers.
All of these couples are way happier than I’ve ever been in a public space as well. I haven’t remembered a single time I’ve smiled and laughed in public in the past 5 years, and anytime before that was because I was accompanied by a friend and I guess being younger means you still have some innocence left. But nowadays I’m fucking beyond miserable in public. I’m constantly over analyzing every move I make in fear of being laughed at or humiliated, and my guard is always up.
I never had the opportunity to let loose and be happy with a woman who I could call my own, meanwhile on my worst days I’ll look up in the sky and ask God what the purpose of any of this is and why I must suffer. Two seconds later I see I happy couple walk right past me, and right then and there I get my fucking answer.
The worst encounter I had was a time I was taking out the trash around the corner, and right as I walked out the door there was a couple in front of me that I had to awkwardly walk behind with the garbage bag I was carrying, and I had to wait an extra 30 seconds to get to the bins because they were walking as slowly as possible while I watched them smile and laugh. Then the guy slapped his girlfriend’s ass right in front of me, and I wanted to fucking bash them right then and there.
But of course I didn’t, I’m a fucking coward. They knew I was behind them, watching. They knew I wouldn’t do shit and that I just had to stand there with my bag of trash. That’s the most poetically tragic part of that encounter. He was holding her hand as well as her ass, and I was holding trash. Once I went back inside I chain-smoked until my lungs were killing me.
I fucking hate all happy couples, I hope all of them get ran over by 18 wheelers.
