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𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 2 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥
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I’m so fucking tired. Every step forward I take, I’m sent 3 steps back, and I’m losing the spirit to fight. My room is a fucking mess but I can’t even muster the energy to clean it. I just sleep and consume and distract, over and over and over and over and over and over again. I don’t have a life because my genes made me a sub4 with a mind incompatible with my environment. I can’t talk to people and I make a fool of myself every time. My face doesn’t help at all. I’m still balding as an 18 year old even though I’m on finasteride and can’t get it up. What’s the meaning of fighting my natural destiny, a mentally incompetent sub4 failure in life, when so many things go wrong. I was born and it was over. I’m so tired and I haven’t even done anything impactful. Life is so funny you can’t do anything except sit back and laugh. I wish I was in control of my fate, and I delude myself into thinking that I am. But when you look at who I am from any rational perspective, all you will see is a loser who has given up on himself utterly and completely, sitting by as the clock ticks away. Because when I tell you I’ve tried everything, I mean it.
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