bigantennaemay1
Aspie social drifter without purpose or home
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- Nov 8, 2017
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Seriously. Where is everybody? It's Friday. Don't tell me you fuckers actually have lives, friends, gfs? 

Here am I. Getting high. Already drunk. Drinking some more. On a Friday night. Because I have nowhere else to be, nobody in my life. Is it because I'm a loser? And why am I a loser? Why is it nobody wants to associate with me, as a friend? As a girlfriend? Is it my personality?
No. It's because I'm offensive to the eyes. And I'm autistic, so I'm socially offensive, retarded, and worthless. And I have a noise that would make nails on a chalkboard blush. How many of those absent tonight have these detrimental "qualities"? We're surrounded by fakes, hacks. Trolls. People who take delight and pleasure in our suffering. Well, joke's on you, fuckers! I'm drunk as shit, soon to be durnk and high as shit, which means, I don't feel pain! I don't feel my suffering! So suck it, you assholes! And you faketards! And all you fucking normies, Chads, and foids, who have the opportunities to enjoy life and the company of others, and yet here you are, lurking here. Or out living life, only to come back on a Tuesday to express what a "trucel" you are. Who wants to bet that morty fakecel isn't here tonight? That fucker.



I hate my life. I hate sobriety. I hate everything. I hate niggers, kikes, and foids, too. Fuck those shitheads. Fuck them all. Can't stand people anymore. Can't stand sobriety anymore. I had to go to Walgreens earlier tonight, got in line. There was a couple in front of me. A fine foid (meaning she wasn't fat) with a dude who wasn't much to look at, but he was fuckin' tall, man. Maybe there is something to this whole height thing, after all. I still think it's possible to be a tall incel, but definitely difficult. This guy was able to score. And it made me feel like shit. Absolutely heightmogged. And facemogged.
And NT mogged. 


Here am I. Getting high. Already drunk. Drinking some more. On a Friday night. Because I have nowhere else to be, nobody in my life. Is it because I'm a loser? And why am I a loser? Why is it nobody wants to associate with me, as a friend? As a girlfriend? Is it my personality?
No. It's because I'm offensive to the eyes. And I'm autistic, so I'm socially offensive, retarded, and worthless. And I have a noise that would make nails on a chalkboard blush. How many of those absent tonight have these detrimental "qualities"? We're surrounded by fakes, hacks. Trolls. People who take delight and pleasure in our suffering. Well, joke's on you, fuckers! I'm drunk as shit, soon to be durnk and high as shit, which means, I don't feel pain! I don't feel my suffering! So suck it, you assholes! And you faketards! And all you fucking normies, Chads, and foids, who have the opportunities to enjoy life and the company of others, and yet here you are, lurking here. Or out living life, only to come back on a Tuesday to express what a "trucel" you are. Who wants to bet that morty fakecel isn't here tonight? That fucker.
I hate my life. I hate sobriety. I hate everything. I hate niggers, kikes, and foids, too. Fuck those shitheads. Fuck them all. Can't stand people anymore. Can't stand sobriety anymore. I had to go to Walgreens earlier tonight, got in line. There was a couple in front of me. A fine foid (meaning she wasn't fat) with a dude who wasn't much to look at, but he was fuckin' tall, man. Maybe there is something to this whole height thing, after all. I still think it's possible to be a tall incel, but definitely difficult. This guy was able to score. And it made me feel like shit. Absolutely heightmogged. And facemogged.






