
wastedspermcel
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Considering roping, there's nothing to my life, and there never will be. It's always been miserable and boring and I know for a fact that's never going to change. My days consist of waking up, jerking off, eating slop, jerking off, then going to sleep again.
My purpose is to literally wait for the next day to repeat over and over again, I've tried to cope by thinking that life is interesting and there's something for me to do, but I would've seen signs of that a long time ago.
My dopamine receptors are literally fucking fried. I don't derive pleasure from anything, I jack off for the sake of it and it's to the most vile shit. I'm hideous, an embarrassment to myself and everyone around me, I don't want to be fucking seen by other people, I don't want to socialise yet I crave affection and human interaction so badly.
At the end of the day, as trivial and superficial as it seems, it was always my looks that led me to this point alongside shit economic factors.
End of my rant, I'll probably never rope anyway seeing as I'm so pathetic that I'd subconsciously cling to some hope.
My purpose is to literally wait for the next day to repeat over and over again, I've tried to cope by thinking that life is interesting and there's something for me to do, but I would've seen signs of that a long time ago.
My dopamine receptors are literally fucking fried. I don't derive pleasure from anything, I jack off for the sake of it and it's to the most vile shit. I'm hideous, an embarrassment to myself and everyone around me, I don't want to be fucking seen by other people, I don't want to socialise yet I crave affection and human interaction so badly.
At the end of the day, as trivial and superficial as it seems, it was always my looks that led me to this point alongside shit economic factors.
End of my rant, I'll probably never rope anyway seeing as I'm so pathetic that I'd subconsciously cling to some hope.