The fact that I can't have a girlfriend destroys me.
Most men have gone through the same phase, for some it gets worse, while others find copes in waifus and entertainment or hobbies. The worst delude themselves and erase that part of themselves denying their identity.
I genuinely do not believe women are capable of love either. It's something men do, and the male writers of old have spread their fantasies in their stories. That is why we year for something fictional.
I realized young that the idealized relationship with other people is just that. An ideal.
Reality simply can not and does not provide it.
posting the ultimate mire
>>76262097watch the jealous browns and powershitters seethe and call him gay lol
>>76262097Would you even want to be this good looking? Your whole life would be so easy that it would be boring as fuck. You’ll note that there are no really successful people at anything who are this handsome.
i assume youre an asian guy go fuck some white girl or hispanic girl or something and stop simping over e girls
>>76262096 (OP)I had a dream last night where I met up with four old friends, none of them real. They all looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and contempt because I had ghosted them even longer than usual and they didn’t have any patience for me anymore. The back of my throat was dry and my head felt foggy and I played it off by pretending nothing was wrong but I knew it wouldn’t work and I didn’t really care. The three men folded their arms and looked off in the distance. If they cared about me they didn’t show it. But there was one girl, and she cared, and I saw her wide shaky eyes and how she held her arm with her hand and she looked me right in my eyes with sorrow and disdain and naked vulnerability and I still didn’t feel anything but it made me shake a little. Then this guy shows up, and he’s funny and normal and friendly. My friends like him. The girl likes him. I watch as he replaces me. There’s a surreal scene where night comes and all five people go to sleep in the same bed. My male friends are dressed in identical garish primary color pajama sets, one red, one green, one blue. The interloper sleeps in the middle, the men all face to the right in the same position like a monolith. I get a creeping suspicion and sneak up to the bed, look over it and my worst fears are confirmed. I see the girl on the left side of the interloper, the only one facing left, which means facing towards him. She is wearing a brilliant midnight blue nightgown that cuts off around her upper thigh and burying her head in the pillow, her messy brown hair spread everywhere. She shifts herself a little to get comfortable and her leg is raised almost provocatively and the fabric around her waist is pinched and she looks so peaceful it’s like I meant nothing to her.
And I know she isn’t even involved with this interloper, but it hurts me even more that she doesn’t care that I exist than it would if she was trying to make me jealous. She let my abandonment wash over her like it was nothing and she’s still soft and beautiful and shiny and alive. Later, I envision a corpse over a canyon. Or rather, there is a paradisal hillside with all sorts of extravagant flora and next to it there is a deep cavern. Between the border of the two, splayed on a wire overlooking the abyss, is a corpse mutilated almost beyond recognition as human. Its legs and hips are stretched to baffling proportions, trebling the length of the upper body as though it were unreachable in waking life. The ribs are bisected by the wire directly through the middle in an exaggerated display of sensitivity. The arms are nowhere to be seen, having fallen into the cavern long ago. It never reached out for anything, it was natural for them to atrophy. All the while Its head is level with the spine, cut through the middle and forced to stare down eternally with its shoulders squared. The whole display is made even more grotesque by a thick layer of rust blanketing the corpse. It saw paradise and chose to abscond and obscure itself and dedicate its life to a long slow contemplation of nothing and all, and guess what, its heart was still dashed against the fucking wire. No one could touch it and it couldn’t touch anyone and look what that got it, fucking bitch. Don’t be that corpse. There are a lot of kind and intelligent and sweet and beautiful women out there who genuinely care and want to be there. Maybe not for you cause you’re a pussy, but I’m not going to quit cause of your babbling and I suggest you do the same fucking retard
>>76262141What a startling lack of diversity.
Hey Jannies. Why is there a shit ton of porn being posted on my family friendly board?
