zerotohero
Road to 5K
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Here we go again—back to my gymcel era. Every time I fumble with a girl, the same thing happens: I go straight to the gym, fueled by pure incel rage. No preworkout needed—anger and frustration are all I need to power through.
It’s such a predictable cycle at this point. I meet a girl, things seem like they might go somewhere, and then, like clockwork, I fuck it up. Whether it’s my BPD making me act insane or just me being me, I always end up here. And honestly? There’s something about lifting while pissed off that just hits different.
I’m not even lifting for fitness anymore—it’s pure spite. Every rep is fueled by rejection, every set powered by failure. And the worst part? It works. Inceldom might be depressing, but it’s one hell of a preworkout. When you’ve got nothing else, throwing around heavy weight feels like the only thing that makes sense.
So yeah, back to gymcel mode. Maybe it’s where I’m meant to be. At least the weights don’t ghost you, flake on you, or make you feel like shit. Better gains than wasted time chasing someone who doesn’t care.
It’s such a predictable cycle at this point. I meet a girl, things seem like they might go somewhere, and then, like clockwork, I fuck it up. Whether it’s my BPD making me act insane or just me being me, I always end up here. And honestly? There’s something about lifting while pissed off that just hits different.
I’m not even lifting for fitness anymore—it’s pure spite. Every rep is fueled by rejection, every set powered by failure. And the worst part? It works. Inceldom might be depressing, but it’s one hell of a preworkout. When you’ve got nothing else, throwing around heavy weight feels like the only thing that makes sense.
So yeah, back to gymcel mode. Maybe it’s where I’m meant to be. At least the weights don’t ghost you, flake on you, or make you feel like shit. Better gains than wasted time chasing someone who doesn’t care.
