Deleted member 39
The Inferior
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When I was a kid I fantasized about being an adult one day.
What do you think of when you're an adult? Right, a tall man with broad shoulders, big head and hands and wrists.
I'm short, have tiny wrists and hands. I never get respect from men. And I'll never get attraction from women.
I'm texting young teen girls on the Internet to relate. But I can't. The only thing that we have in common is our young looks. Everything stopped growing when I was 15 while guys usually grow for longer. I must have done something to deserve this life in hell now...
I'm still the happiest when I'm hiding inside my basement playing Minecraft. Just like I did as a child.
I'm not adult enough to contribute in the real world. I'm too weak for the real world. I'll forever be physically inferior to everyone, it feels surreal. I kind of coped thinking I'd one day be looksmaxed and happy about myself, but that's so wrong. I don't really care about acne scars anymore, it's now the unfixable things that I care about: my height, hand and wrist size.
Just wanted to put this out here as my last words. I'll have to leave this forum as I'm getting more depressed about my body as we speak. The only refuge are some safe space child coping games. Everywhere else on social media there'll always be obvious blackpills.
What do you think of when you're an adult? Right, a tall man with broad shoulders, big head and hands and wrists.
I'm short, have tiny wrists and hands. I never get respect from men. And I'll never get attraction from women.
I'm texting young teen girls on the Internet to relate. But I can't. The only thing that we have in common is our young looks. Everything stopped growing when I was 15 while guys usually grow for longer. I must have done something to deserve this life in hell now...
I'm still the happiest when I'm hiding inside my basement playing Minecraft. Just like I did as a child.
I'm not adult enough to contribute in the real world. I'm too weak for the real world. I'll forever be physically inferior to everyone, it feels surreal. I kind of coped thinking I'd one day be looksmaxed and happy about myself, but that's so wrong. I don't really care about acne scars anymore, it's now the unfixable things that I care about: my height, hand and wrist size.
Just wanted to put this out here as my last words. I'll have to leave this forum as I'm getting more depressed about my body as we speak. The only refuge are some safe space child coping games. Everywhere else on social media there'll always be obvious blackpills.