Bp did unreveseble shit

[iblamemyself!]

i fucking hate myself. i hate how bp rewired my brain and now it sits in the back of every mirror like a judge. every day i get a little more attractive and every day i think worse of myself. it’s sick. it’s like progress that tastes like ash
i look at my face and i don’t see a person. i see stats. i see angles. i see a scoreboard i’ll never stop checking. i see a thousand comments i never asked for living rent free in my head
even if this is water. ik. even if thousands here say they hate bp too. ik. even if i get roasted for posting this. idc. bp did something to me i can’t undo. it took the joy out of getting better and replaced it with panic that it’s never enough
i go outside and clock myself by reflex. jaw. skin. hair. posture. i try to relax and the checklist starts sprinting. i try to sleep and i’m replaying every glance like game tape. i try to eat and i’m calculating whether this bite moves me up or down a tier
it’s poison with a motivational mask. you drink it to fix yourself and then it convinces you you’re broken forever. it hands you a map and then moves the finish line every time you get close
and yeah i’m improving. i can see it. other people can see it. but bp trained me to treat any win like a fluke and any flaw like a death sentence. the better i get the sharper the microscope gets. the more love i get the less i believe it’s real
i hate that i know all the right tweaks yet none of them touch the noise. i hate that i can’t celebrate without hearing a chorus telling me why it doesn’t count. i hate that i learned the language of looks so well i forgot how to speak human

say it’s coping. say it’s cringe. say i’m weak. i’m just telling the truth. bp carved something out of me and left the echo. and i don’t know how to be anything but the echo anymore. Even admins will hate this posts bc of how water and npc it is

 

[kababcel]

i fucking hate myself. i hate how bp rewired my brain and now it sits in the back of every mirror like a judge. every day i get a little more attractive and every day i think worse of myself. it’s sick. it’s like progress that tastes like ash
i look at my face and i don’t see a person. i see stats. i see angles. i see a scoreboard i’ll never stop checking. i see a thousand comments i never asked for living rent free in my head
even if this is water. ik. even if thousands here say they hate bp too. ik. even if i get roasted for posting this. idc. bp did something to me i can’t undo. it took the joy out of getting better and replaced it with panic that it’s never enough
i go outside and clock myself by reflex. jaw. skin. hair. posture. i try to relax and the checklist starts sprinting. i try to sleep and i’m replaying every glance like game tape. i try to eat and i’m calculating whether this bite moves me up or down a tier
it’s poison with a motivational mask. you drink it to fix yourself and then it convinces you you’re broken forever. it hands you a map and then moves the finish line every time you get close
and yeah i’m improving. i can see it. other people can see it. but bp trained me to treat any win like a fluke and any flaw like a death sentence. the better i get the sharper the microscope gets. the more love i get the less i believe it’s real
i hate that i know all the right tweaks yet none of them touch the noise. i hate that i can’t celebrate without hearing a chorus telling me why it doesn’t count. i hate that i learned the language of looks so well i forgot how to speak human

say it’s coping. say it’s cringe. say i’m weak. i’m just telling the truth. bp carved something out of me and left the echo. and i don’t know how to be anything but the echo anymore. Even admins will hate this posts bc of how water and npc it is

Man shut the fuck up you are claiming htn so your life is good, some people are capped at lmtn with surgeries be grateful and dont take what u have for granted or else u might reincarnate in next life as 5ft indian

 

[Foreverbrad]

Do you or don’t you get tinder matches?

It’s not that deep.

 

[iblamemyself!]

Do you or don’t you get tinder matches?

Im 14 so no only comparison i have to tinder is girls that were interested in me for this summer its 5

 

[Localcat12345]

Im 14 so no only comparison i have to tinder is girls that were interested in me for this summer its 5

14 and claim htn talking about some bp is so brutal man fuck you

 

[Foreverbrad]

Im 14 so no only comparison i have to tinder is girls that were interested in me for this summer its 5

Ok, so the black pill is literally a benefit to you, your genetics predetermined you to be attractive.

Shut the fuck up.

 

[takethezincpill]

Man shut the fuck up you are claiming htn so your life is good, some people are capped at lmtn with surgeries be grateful and dont take what u have for granted or else u might reincarnate in next life as 5ft indian

Fr I’m stuck at mtn, would do anything to be a htn

 

[iblamemyself!]

14 and claim htn talking about some bp is so brutal man fuck you

I'm mid mtn frauded fym

 

[Bitchwhipper2]

Stfu

 

[grilldaddy❤️]

Heavy DNR

 

[Lars2]

you just need to swallow it,

takes sometime you become maybe more ASPY because of it, but stay yourself

just use the knowledge for irl, you still need both 3 pills

Enjoy your journey

 

[idnap]

i fucking hate myself. i hate how bp rewired my brain and now it sits in the back of every mirror like a judge. every day i get a little more attractive and every day i think worse of myself. it’s sick. it’s like progress that tastes like ash
i look at my face and i don’t see a person. i see stats. i see angles. i see a scoreboard i’ll never stop checking. i see a thousand comments i never asked for living rent free in my head
even if this is water. ik. even if thousands here say they hate bp too. ik. even if i get roasted for posting this. idc. bp did something to me i can’t undo. it took the joy out of getting better and replaced it with panic that it’s never enough
i go outside and clock myself by reflex. jaw. skin. hair. posture. i try to relax and the checklist starts sprinting. i try to sleep and i’m replaying every glance like game tape. i try to eat and i’m calculating whether this bite moves me up or down a tier
it’s poison with a motivational mask. you drink it to fix yourself and then it convinces you you’re broken forever. it hands you a map and then moves the finish line every time you get close
and yeah i’m improving. i can see it. other people can see it. but bp trained me to treat any win like a fluke and any flaw like a death sentence. the better i get the sharper the microscope gets. the more love i get the less i believe it’s real
i hate that i know all the right tweaks yet none of them touch the noise. i hate that i can’t celebrate without hearing a chorus telling me why it doesn’t count. i hate that i learned the language of looks so well i forgot how to speak human

say it’s coping. say it’s cringe. say i’m weak. i’m just telling the truth. bp carved something out of me and left the echo. and i don’t know how to be anything but the echo anymore. Even admins will hate this posts bc of how water and npc it is

Awwww little booboo

 

[Cönte]

i fucking hate myself. i hate how bp rewired my brain and now it sits in the back of every mirror like a judge. every day i get a little more attractive and every day i think worse of myself. it’s sick. it’s like progress that tastes like ash
i look at my face and i don’t see a person. i see stats. i see angles. i see a scoreboard i’ll never stop checking. i see a thousand comments i never asked for living rent free in my head
even if this is water. ik. even if thousands here say they hate bp too. ik. even if i get roasted for posting this. idc. bp did something to me i can’t undo. it took the joy out of getting better and replaced it with panic that it’s never enough
i go outside and clock myself by reflex. jaw. skin. hair. posture. i try to relax and the checklist starts sprinting. i try to sleep and i’m replaying every glance like game tape. i try to eat and i’m calculating whether this bite moves me up or down a tier
it’s poison with a motivational mask. you drink it to fix yourself and then it convinces you you’re broken forever. it hands you a map and then moves the finish line every time you get close
and yeah i’m improving. i can see it. other people can see it. but bp trained me to treat any win like a fluke and any flaw like a death sentence. the better i get the sharper the microscope gets. the more love i get the less i believe it’s real
i hate that i know all the right tweaks yet none of them touch the noise. i hate that i can’t celebrate without hearing a chorus telling me why it doesn’t count. i hate that i learned the language of looks so well i forgot how to speak human

say it’s coping. say it’s cringe. say i’m weak. i’m just telling the truth. bp carved something out of me and left the echo. and i don’t know how to be anything but the echo anymore. Even admins will hate this posts bc of how water and npc it is

How do nigros have problems Abt bp. Like bro, pick up another hobby or smh