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It's not over, it never even started... THE SQUARE
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Hi, I'm mananamnahman. I'm 15 as you all know, and I'm sure majority of you have seen my face. I got alot of people saying it was over, ethnic = major failo (half med-half paki in australia is brutal), or that I could be a "slayer" by the time my teen years are over, provided I do everything correctly.
I will admit, after discovering the blackpill my life has been somewhat slowly deteriorating from enjoying my boring socializing with my normie bluepilled friends, watching shows and sleeping and studying to me just looking at the mirror majority of the time, contemplating whether or not is it over or will it get better, and being in a constant state of anhedonic treatment, provided by the constant studying for my tests, and homework.
Even at my age I wonder whether or not the life I'm living is worthwhile, or so to be measured against the blissful life of other beautiful teenagers that are constantly fucking staceys and making money doing nothing. I am absolutely appalled to see myself fall right before my eyes, and I feel that there is no way for me to get out of this cycle of misery and self-hatred. I just want to know one thing and one thing only, does LIFE even GET any better? Teenage years are fleeting past me, at a speed so fast it would be incomprehensible to put it in mere words.
Is the adult life really all that good? Being in constant stress, worrying about paying bills, taxes, flaky relationships, one night stands with women that you fuck (whether or not it's even consensual) after chugging down shots of alcohol provided by your wallet which you wage-slaved and lost not only majority of your peace, but also 30% of your hair for. Is it even worth bothering with life? Will women genuinely make me feel better or happier? I know that looks are everything, and boy is it harsh to see the reality unfold right in front of my fragile eyes.
I see that life won't get better, it'll only get worse. I have responsibilities on end at the tip of my shoulders, weighing me down to kneel right before reality that I wake up to and see and get hurt by everyday. It's a deep pain, it really is.
I want to know, did your life get ANY better after your teen years ended? I'm just honestly shocked, because I've been realizing that I've been wasting not only my life, but my mental health by doing constant boring tasks that will either land me to a higher up place beyond the skies, or fall me to the pits of hell underneath. Is life even worth it?
Also, don't worry. I won't suicide. Even a failure like me knows that giving up this early is just plain absurd. I will looksmax to a different dimension, I will try to be the best of myself that I can possibly be, and so on. I just want to know your opinion on this entire fiasco of life and it's cruelty.
I will admit, after discovering the blackpill my life has been somewhat slowly deteriorating from enjoying my boring socializing with my normie bluepilled friends, watching shows and sleeping and studying to me just looking at the mirror majority of the time, contemplating whether or not is it over or will it get better, and being in a constant state of anhedonic treatment, provided by the constant studying for my tests, and homework.
Even at my age I wonder whether or not the life I'm living is worthwhile, or so to be measured against the blissful life of other beautiful teenagers that are constantly fucking staceys and making money doing nothing. I am absolutely appalled to see myself fall right before my eyes, and I feel that there is no way for me to get out of this cycle of misery and self-hatred. I just want to know one thing and one thing only, does LIFE even GET any better? Teenage years are fleeting past me, at a speed so fast it would be incomprehensible to put it in mere words.
Is the adult life really all that good? Being in constant stress, worrying about paying bills, taxes, flaky relationships, one night stands with women that you fuck (whether or not it's even consensual) after chugging down shots of alcohol provided by your wallet which you wage-slaved and lost not only majority of your peace, but also 30% of your hair for. Is it even worth bothering with life? Will women genuinely make me feel better or happier? I know that looks are everything, and boy is it harsh to see the reality unfold right in front of my fragile eyes.
I see that life won't get better, it'll only get worse. I have responsibilities on end at the tip of my shoulders, weighing me down to kneel right before reality that I wake up to and see and get hurt by everyday. It's a deep pain, it really is.
I want to know, did your life get ANY better after your teen years ended? I'm just honestly shocked, because I've been realizing that I've been wasting not only my life, but my mental health by doing constant boring tasks that will either land me to a higher up place beyond the skies, or fall me to the pits of hell underneath. Is life even worth it?
Also, don't worry. I won't suicide. Even a failure like me knows that giving up this early is just plain absurd. I will looksmax to a different dimension, I will try to be the best of myself that I can possibly be, and so on. I just want to know your opinion on this entire fiasco of life and it's cruelty.
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