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6/16/2025, 10:13:39 AM
>>712796920
You think I don't know exactly what you mean?
I'm 32, I'm balding, I'm a fat bald bastard NTR novel antagonist looking fuck sitting here in my empty apartment after midnight.
Once a month I think about that girl in second grade who, for some reason, became my friend. Nobody else wanted to be, and I was a crybaby back then. And you know what, she taught me I could still make friends. My parents would fight constantly and move all the time, and even if I didn't fit in-- from time to time I could remember her when I ran with her on the benches for the track-meet, cheering her on-- because she thought she wasn't good enough-- telling her that she can do it if she believed she could.
And she got second place.
Ha ha. She didn't get first, but, she was so happy that she didn't get last yet again. If I could've stuck with her-- if her parents didn't want to move away-- I'd probably not be here, maybe. Maybe I'd be boring, a normal guy without much to say.
I've wasted my life so far to get where I am. I've lived with an alcoholic mom after my parents separated to take care of her and enable her drinking, only to leave and make not much more of my life. When I finally found a job I've already had most of my youth down the tubes.
Pity isn't something useful in this case. Pity would land me a girl who pities me, a menial job, a life of solitude only interrupted briefly by the fleeting family still alive.
For you, for me, we don't need pity. We need hope, a reason to change things for the better or at least the insight to look back and make something from the life we've not lived.
So hey thanks anon for being you.
You think I don't know exactly what you mean?
I'm 32, I'm balding, I'm a fat bald bastard NTR novel antagonist looking fuck sitting here in my empty apartment after midnight.
Once a month I think about that girl in second grade who, for some reason, became my friend. Nobody else wanted to be, and I was a crybaby back then. And you know what, she taught me I could still make friends. My parents would fight constantly and move all the time, and even if I didn't fit in-- from time to time I could remember her when I ran with her on the benches for the track-meet, cheering her on-- because she thought she wasn't good enough-- telling her that she can do it if she believed she could.
And she got second place.
Ha ha. She didn't get first, but, she was so happy that she didn't get last yet again. If I could've stuck with her-- if her parents didn't want to move away-- I'd probably not be here, maybe. Maybe I'd be boring, a normal guy without much to say.
I've wasted my life so far to get where I am. I've lived with an alcoholic mom after my parents separated to take care of her and enable her drinking, only to leave and make not much more of my life. When I finally found a job I've already had most of my youth down the tubes.
Pity isn't something useful in this case. Pity would land me a girl who pities me, a menial job, a life of solitude only interrupted briefly by the fleeting family still alive.
For you, for me, we don't need pity. We need hope, a reason to change things for the better or at least the insight to look back and make something from the life we've not lived.
So hey thanks anon for being you.
6/15/2025, 6:54:43 PM
6/14/2025, 5:10:39 PM
>>712637786
>I half expect Asriel to just blank out whenever any sort of weird or darkworld adjacent discussion happens when we see him.
>susie decides asriel can be trusted with dark world info and starts gushing about the fun adventures she and kris have had
>asriel's just checked the fuck out
>at some point susie decides to drag asriel's disassociating ass into castle town
>asriel proceeds to have a panic attack as he stares down a bootleg clone of himself
>I half expect Asriel to just blank out whenever any sort of weird or darkworld adjacent discussion happens when we see him.
>susie decides asriel can be trusted with dark world info and starts gushing about the fun adventures she and kris have had
>asriel's just checked the fuck out
>at some point susie decides to drag asriel's disassociating ass into castle town
>asriel proceeds to have a panic attack as he stares down a bootleg clone of himself
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