iblamemyself!
I cope, Jesus doesn't
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they get ignored by one girl on hinge and suddenly they're “doomed.” bro. shut the fuck up. you missed one shot and now you think you're living in despair? they get left on read twice and start calling it the blackpill like they’re in the trenches. it's insane. it’s disrespectful.
they treat this shit like a mood. like a fucking vibe. they throw around “it’s over” like it’s some quirky caption, like they didn’t just have a situationship last semester. they don’t rot. they don’t spiral. they don’t walk past mirrors and feel sick. they get rejected and go to the gym. they get sad and rebrand as stoic. this isn’t pain to them, it’s cosplay.
they quote height stats and tinder experiments like they're scholars. bro you're 5’10 and your mom calls you handsome. relax. you don’t get to wear this like a badge just because you're bored and girls aren’t answering fast enough.
they don’t feel the slow decay. the erosion of self. the humiliation. the years blending together. the absence. they feel discomfort and think it’s darkness. it’s laughable. they play dress-up with a concept built from actual suffering.
this isn’t your aesthetic. this isn’t a club. this isn’t “relatable content.” this is life for people who were born wrong and know it. stop pretending you're one of them. stop making this about you. you're just tired. we are finished.
you’ll be fine next month. some girl will compliment your playlist and you’ll forget all this. you don’t get it. you never will. and honestly? stop talking nga
they treat this shit like a mood. like a fucking vibe. they throw around “it’s over” like it’s some quirky caption, like they didn’t just have a situationship last semester. they don’t rot. they don’t spiral. they don’t walk past mirrors and feel sick. they get rejected and go to the gym. they get sad and rebrand as stoic. this isn’t pain to them, it’s cosplay.
they quote height stats and tinder experiments like they're scholars. bro you're 5’10 and your mom calls you handsome. relax. you don’t get to wear this like a badge just because you're bored and girls aren’t answering fast enough.
they don’t feel the slow decay. the erosion of self. the humiliation. the years blending together. the absence. they feel discomfort and think it’s darkness. it’s laughable. they play dress-up with a concept built from actual suffering.
this isn’t your aesthetic. this isn’t a club. this isn’t “relatable content.” this is life for people who were born wrong and know it. stop pretending you're one of them. stop making this about you. you're just tired. we are finished.
you’ll be fine next month. some girl will compliment your playlist and you’ll forget all this. you don’t get it. you never will. and honestly? stop talking nga
