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I would have to say the waifuism pill. There is a way out of this bullshit, and a far superior alternative to 3D foids. There is just one issue...
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it's not real
But if a 2D girl was real, then wouldn't she be disgusted by you?
This is a moot point since it's all fictional to begin with and there are more unrealistic things involved like magic.
The pills didn't hurt me then helped me.
My whole life, I never understood why I didn't get girls. Why people, especially foids treated me like sub-human trash. I looked in the mirror and always saw a good looking person, I'm tall, I thought I was good looking with a good personality.
I would struggle against my genetic destiny with incredible effort, only to rejected over and over and over again, without end. Tens of thousands of rejections, ten's of thousands of hours in the gym, reading pickup material, meditating/nofap, cold-showers, all meat diet, keytosis, my-plate, calorie counting, yoga, positive-thinking, automating tinder, photo-shopping pics, spending tons of money to prioritized for swiping, approaching IRL, thinking/planning, strategizing, mewing, bone-smashing, face pulling, optimizing my skin-care routine, optimizing my nutrition, getting the right clothes, lying to girls, being myself, being "confident", being cock funny, being sensitive kind, social status maxing, moving to Asia, getting a haircut (lol), pursing girls at work, joining clubs to try to meet women, joining churches (as an atheist) to try to meet women and going to all extra 'social' stuff, joining niche dating sites, like asexual dating sites, autistic dating sites, and religious dating sites, pursing girls in college (long ago), pursing girls in chat rooms, planting false memories in myself to improve my confidence, etc. etc. etc.
Only to get my hopes up every single time, often with 2's 3's who I completely mogged, thinking... this is it... I will finally ascend...
Only to get completely destroyed every single time.
But once I swallowed the black pills I understood... this was always my genetic destiny. It comes down to millimeters of bone in a world where women have infinite choice, and women have all evolved to want a hyper masculine dominant face which I do not posses.
I still struggle and try sometimes, but no longer with false hope. It's false hope that crushes you and causes the most pain. When you understand the world, when it makes sense... there is a certain sense of bitter sweet peace.