Anonymous
ID: qzRJbza3
7/9/2025, 9:54:09 PM No.509947845
All of the truth I've seen brings me much sorrow. I am incapacitated by inaction in a cycle of despair. It started with the lockdowns finding out that people are just cattle and it never was the same since. That ws just the beginning.
I realized talking to people all of a sudden that no one has any real opinions or a desire for challenging what the world appears to be. O ce I started asking real questions is when they would cower and shut me down or just have a blank face and shrug, continuing on with whatever trivial thing they were on.
I haven't met anyone remotely as interesting or knowledgeable as I am. Yes I took in all that redpill knowledge. People love me. Women like me more than I think I deserve. I've had women offer me straight up sex. I've had a man tell me he'd fuck me if he was a woman. They suck my dick. I'm a Tarantino character to them.
I walk alone, trying to stay out of view, the days pass at the blink of an eye and the weekly routines contrast it so much. It feels like nothing on to the next Saturday.
I can't get up anymore. Fight anymore. There's no one to talk to, nothing of importance or meaning to do. Life has been desgined for me to work my ass off and kiss ass and be on time and pay bills for rewards that hold no value to me like drinking at the bar talking shit or ruining my life chasing pussy. A kid in Gaza getting blown into pieces to the right with a MIGAtard calling it God's plan, a new Holocaust museum in South Korea to the left, behind some inert faggot libtard activism, in front of me a domestication-cubicle of Hell on earth. I don't know what to do.
I realized talking to people all of a sudden that no one has any real opinions or a desire for challenging what the world appears to be. O ce I started asking real questions is when they would cower and shut me down or just have a blank face and shrug, continuing on with whatever trivial thing they were on.
I haven't met anyone remotely as interesting or knowledgeable as I am. Yes I took in all that redpill knowledge. People love me. Women like me more than I think I deserve. I've had women offer me straight up sex. I've had a man tell me he'd fuck me if he was a woman. They suck my dick. I'm a Tarantino character to them.
I walk alone, trying to stay out of view, the days pass at the blink of an eye and the weekly routines contrast it so much. It feels like nothing on to the next Saturday.
I can't get up anymore. Fight anymore. There's no one to talk to, nothing of importance or meaning to do. Life has been desgined for me to work my ass off and kiss ass and be on time and pay bills for rewards that hold no value to me like drinking at the bar talking shit or ruining my life chasing pussy. A kid in Gaza getting blown into pieces to the right with a MIGAtard calling it God's plan, a new Holocaust museum in South Korea to the left, behind some inert faggot libtard activism, in front of me a domestication-cubicle of Hell on earth. I don't know what to do.
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