sync21Lq
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I had a crush on a girl. We started texting multiple times, got really close, and started hanging out. We went out, bought ice cream, and she seemed incredibly comfortable with me. I thought she was real. I thought the connection was genuine, and that the long texts and hours we spent together meant she valued who I was as a person.
But I didn't realize that the entire time, I was just her "gay bestie." She friend-zoned me completely. I wasn't a friend to her, and I certainly wasn't a potential boyfriend. I was just entertainment. I was a safe, reliable ego-boost she could pull out whenever she wanted attention, validation, or a free ice cream date, only to toss me right back on the shelf when she was done.
Then one day, out of nowhere, she just called me a rat. It absolutely broke me. While I was being completely vulnerable and real with her, she was probably laughing about it behind closed doors. The moment I wasn't useful to her anymore, she didn't hesitate to trash my reputation. It makes you feel sick to your stomach realizing you were just a puppet to someone you would have done anything for, dancing on strings while they just pull the threads to see how long you'll keep playing along. I was so terrified of that happening again that I didn't like anyone for an entire year.
A few months ago, I finally started liking a new girl. We began texting, and the conversations were great—we used to talk for over an hour straight. But then I found out that she told people I was chopped. It felt like the game was over before it even started, and it completely ruined my ability to trust anyone. How do you even start to trust your own judgment when someone can pretend to care that well?
I’ve been called chopped my whole life, and I’m also short—around 5'4". When I hang out with my friends, I honestly wonder if I am even the same species as them because they mog me so hard. I am on the wealthier side, but I am not happy.
If I was always able to become close to them, does that mean the only thing holding me back is looks? This whole thing is literally just some blackpill introduction textbook bullshit. It proves that personality doesn't mean anything if you don't pass the physical baseline. You can have the best chemistry, talk for hours, and build a real connection, but if your genetics are cooked, you just end up as a safe emotional support pet.
The worst part is I hate how I can't even hate on them for saying it, because it's true. And I hate the fact that they probably like me more than I actually like myself.
Lately, it has felt so heavy that I just wish I could die. I don't want to kill myself, but I want to die. I find myself wishing a car would just hit me randomly, because then my parents would think I died from an accident, not because I hated my life so much. I feel like a complete loser and I don't even know what to do.
But I didn't realize that the entire time, I was just her "gay bestie." She friend-zoned me completely. I wasn't a friend to her, and I certainly wasn't a potential boyfriend. I was just entertainment. I was a safe, reliable ego-boost she could pull out whenever she wanted attention, validation, or a free ice cream date, only to toss me right back on the shelf when she was done.
Then one day, out of nowhere, she just called me a rat. It absolutely broke me. While I was being completely vulnerable and real with her, she was probably laughing about it behind closed doors. The moment I wasn't useful to her anymore, she didn't hesitate to trash my reputation. It makes you feel sick to your stomach realizing you were just a puppet to someone you would have done anything for, dancing on strings while they just pull the threads to see how long you'll keep playing along. I was so terrified of that happening again that I didn't like anyone for an entire year.
A few months ago, I finally started liking a new girl. We began texting, and the conversations were great—we used to talk for over an hour straight. But then I found out that she told people I was chopped. It felt like the game was over before it even started, and it completely ruined my ability to trust anyone. How do you even start to trust your own judgment when someone can pretend to care that well?
I’ve been called chopped my whole life, and I’m also short—around 5'4". When I hang out with my friends, I honestly wonder if I am even the same species as them because they mog me so hard. I am on the wealthier side, but I am not happy.
If I was always able to become close to them, does that mean the only thing holding me back is looks? This whole thing is literally just some blackpill introduction textbook bullshit. It proves that personality doesn't mean anything if you don't pass the physical baseline. You can have the best chemistry, talk for hours, and build a real connection, but if your genetics are cooked, you just end up as a safe emotional support pet.
The worst part is I hate how I can't even hate on them for saying it, because it's true. And I hate the fact that they probably like me more than I actually like myself.
Lately, it has felt so heavy that I just wish I could die. I don't want to kill myself, but I want to die. I find myself wishing a car would just hit me randomly, because then my parents would think I died from an accident, not because I hated my life so much. I feel like a complete loser and I don't even know what to do.
