StoicNihilist
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Sometimes a strange thought lingers in the back of my mind that I may simply be cursed. I know that is stupid and I don't believe in the supernatural, but still. Can't help but feel that way sometimes.
I only had one shot at life, and my crack addicted prostіtute mother fucked that right up by drinking and doing drugs while pregnant with me. This led to a whole myriad of issues like:
- being mentally delayed.
- my face being slightly deformed
- being unable to hold down a job
- and eventually being homeless.
I'm bummed that of all people I have to be one that slid out of her. I wish I could hop in a time machine and backhand her right in the fucking face before she hopped in bed with my dad. I will never understand men who romanticise having a mentally ill girlfriend while simultaneously wanting children.
And because I'm an ugly mentally ill subhuman, it eventually led to me being jumped and attacked by a group of bullies, causing my brain to sustain a concussion and be further damaged. It's a miracle honestly that I'm even slightly coherent despite all my brain has been through.
So God, if you exist? Fuck you. I want a refund. The life you sold me is defective.
I only had one shot at life, and my crack addicted prostіtute mother fucked that right up by drinking and doing drugs while pregnant with me. This led to a whole myriad of issues like:
- being mentally delayed.
- my face being slightly deformed
- being unable to hold down a job
- and eventually being homeless.
I'm bummed that of all people I have to be one that slid out of her. I wish I could hop in a time machine and backhand her right in the fucking face before she hopped in bed with my dad. I will never understand men who romanticise having a mentally ill girlfriend while simultaneously wanting children.
And because I'm an ugly mentally ill subhuman, it eventually led to me being jumped and attacked by a group of bullies, causing my brain to sustain a concussion and be further damaged. It's a miracle honestly that I'm even slightly coherent despite all my brain has been through.
So God, if you exist? Fuck you. I want a refund. The life you sold me is defective.
