I sometimes think about how unfair it is that the girls that I used to like are now in loving relationships while I rot. If you have an oneitis, she is happy while you are rotting in loneliness. At night, she invites her bf over to her room and he fucks her, while you sleep alone in your bed and stare at the ceiling feeling low. They wrap their arms around each other and feel their warmth while you sit alone in your couch mindlessly staring at your TV screen or your computer. As they eat together in a restaurant, they enjoy each other's company while you eat alone in your kitchen recklessly binge eating junk food to cope with your depression. At the park they sit together in a bench and watch the sunset while you rot in a lonely dark room starring at the wall with a sad look on your face. After their lips meet, they stare into each other's eyes, they can feel the love flow into their hearts while tears flow down your cheeks because you are overwhelmed with your inceldom. This is not right, this is wrong. This is a crime against incels. Elliot Rodger was correct, these are crimes that cannot be forgiven.
