I know “looks aren’t the only things which matters” and all the other bs.

A woman who’s my looksmatch is out there getting fucked by Chads, worshipped by her army of simps, demeaning short men, and living completely free of responsibility.

Meanwhile, I rot here. Men like me have no value. We’re replaceable. No one likes us, not even our own race. What’s the point of all this? What’s the meaning of life if I can’t be the top dog? I don’t want to be a peasant in the social hierarchy. All these women of my race keep demeaning men of their own races. I know it isn’t supposed to hurt me but it does.

Even when I try to find solace in philosophy and literature, some Pinterest chick comes along and “aestheticizes” those men. Women simp over Dostoevsky like he’s their tortured dream guy, but if they came across someone like him today—short, tragic, broken—they’d laugh in his face and call him ugly. Where ever I go, all I feel like a ghost.

And seriously man, I had attractive parents. But I turned out… meh. Average. I can’t get over that.

Also, I need to vent about this 2/10 girl I was dating. She ghosted me the day after I opened up about my brother passing away. Days earlier, she was promising she’d always be there for me (yeah, I knew she was full of shit, but still—ghosting me just for sharing my feelings?). A woman can be happy, loud, emotional, and free in this society—but I’m invisible.

I know you’ll say get status or money— but would that make me loved?

Why, man? Why is it like this?