The Grinch
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muh bu- but my days go so fast, brahWhat would he do if he woke up as me? Now that’s a question he should’ve been asked.
Knew itof course he fucking models full time
As if that doesn't get stalekys faggot "not really" my ass nigger
of course he fucking models full time
kys faggot "not really" my ass nigger
of course he fucking models full time
I mog him hard
he looks like a low-T cuck
Normie depression = not feeling ecstatic at a given point in time.kys faggot "not really" my ass nigger
of course he fucking models full time
Normie depression = fixed with 1 hour of 'therapy' a week for a couple of sessions.Normie depression = not feeling ecstatic at a given point in time.
Incel depression = prolonged, unadulterated torture
They experienced an ounce of actual depression once during COVID lockdown and roped immediately. Imagine they knew what it was like to have no happy memories.Normie depression = fixed with 1 hour of 'therapy' a week for a couple of sessions.
Incel depression = not fixed untill eppley shotgun implants.
I keep caging at the fact that even at my mental ward therapy group, whenever I tell of the shit that my parents did to me as a 12yo kid with this blank unemotional tone, everyone is shocked and horrored. While for me this is just 'normal'.They experienced an ounce of actual depression once during COVID lockdown and roped immediately. Imagine they knew what it was like to have no happy memories.
BrutalI keep caging at the fact that even at my mental ward therapy group, whenever I tell of the shit that my parents did to me as a 12yo kid with this blank unemotional tone, everyone is shocked and horrored. While for me this is just 'normal'.
Like coming home to your mother throwing out the stuff in your room outside as a 12yo and saying she hates you and you need to go away, get out of the house, live somewhere else. She threw my mattress, bed, chair, and all kinds of other shit outside, next to the street.
Then my dad helped me pick it all up later and put it back into my room, and we all had to act like nothing ever happened. We never spoke of it again.
My mother would constantly tell me that I ruined her life by existing. Because I was born, she was now stuck caring for me, having to be a mother, when she didn't want to be. She hated me and I ruined her life. My father had a similar tone/vibe but was less outspoken.
I don't know anything else honestly. Whenever people tell me they have loving parents all I think of: 'how easy is your life compared to mine.'
it never began didn't it?Brutal