A
alexkarston
Bluepilled Redpilling Blackpiller, forever coping.
- Joined
- Feb 23, 2024
- Posts
- 186
- Reputation
- 139
It's 5 am curry time. I am nearly 16, alone, short, fat and maybe even ugly. Life as a curry is tough. The struggle to survive is tough. I sit, alone, in my room. My grandma and grandpa sleep in another room. I am not at my home because why not be not at my home. I have my final finals exam in 5 hours. It is Mathematics. I might be an IQmogger but I am still scared. If I do not get perfect grades my parents would starve me to death. I am good at Mathematics and studied for a few hours but got bored. Life is boring. I will probably get 95-96% but that is not enough. I must be top of my state, district or at the least my school else I starve.
Even if I starve, I suffer, for my fat reserves only extend my suffering longer. I cannot rope, for roping is a sin and a degenerate act, I must cope. I have been coping for most of my life. Looks don't matter, I said. Only IQ does, I used to say. Compromising my sleep In puberty to study calculus in 9th grade has left me 170 cm. I might grow a few inches but what if I don't? In that thought lies the unpredictable nature of life. For now I cope. And browse this forum. For the only paper that care about me are my family and you.
Even if I starve, I suffer, for my fat reserves only extend my suffering longer. I cannot rope, for roping is a sin and a degenerate act, I must cope. I have been coping for most of my life. Looks don't matter, I said. Only IQ does, I used to say. Compromising my sleep In puberty to study calculus in 9th grade has left me 170 cm. I might grow a few inches but what if I don't? In that thought lies the unpredictable nature of life. For now I cope. And browse this forum. For the only paper that care about me are my family and you.