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>>18407629
>Yes. At least I do not lack the strength to admit this, unlike you blah blah blah
Nice strawman, even nicer projection
Seethe, cope and most of all, dilate

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------ TEST POST: DO NOT READ ------

I haven't met a person I could relate to in years. And that isn't their fault. It's my own. I don't like the person that I have become.

The universe is a cruel place. I always thought that I could create something meaningful here. But I don't think I can. I should have chosen an ordinary life. I still could, to be honest. But I am to proud to just marry and have children. I'm afraid of that, too.

There was a girl in my high school class. We met in 5th grade or so. I thought she was cute. She liked me, too. We used to sit next to each other and pass notes. Over the next three years or so, we grew very close.
She eventually asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I turned her down. She was trouble, really. She transferred into another class.

About four years ago, we met again at a party. It was so uncomfortable. She still liked me, and she made it obvious. So I just excused myself, and left without saying goodbye.

I often still wonder what would have happened if I had just gone with it back then. Sad! I'm in my mid-twenties, and I still think about some girl that liked me in high school. Who the fuck cares about what happens in high school? Then again, my dad met my mom in high school.

And since then, I've pretty much given up. I ghosted all my friends months ago. I haven't had sex in 4 years. I've been to a psychiatric hospital 4 times.
I go to my wagecuck job and nothing ever happens. What am I supposed to do with my life? My therapist says I should get out more. But I don't know what to do outside. I throw myself from one passion onto the next.

It's all clowed. It has nothing to do with "the world". It has nothing to do with "SJWs" or the "mainstream media". I am what is wrong with my world. I have created my own hell. I don't think I can get out anymore. I think I need to sleep.

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