saiya_online
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Some of you may know me by now; vast majority of the users here don't as to be expected by low status on this forum. My name is Saiya, a 2PSL 15-year old kid living in a shit trailer, from one of the most blackpilled regions of the U.S.; Miami, Florida. Proof of you don't believe me, actually 2 psl.
(The infamous photo lol)
Poor, ugly, and jawless
Ever since I was 12 I had a self subconscious I knew I was ugly until I discovered 1.5 years ago, fucked in the head at a young age. At that moment is when my childhood ended and life of a self aware loser incel began. Instead of doing motivation as soon as I discovered it, I fell into the common trope of dreaming about surgeries and researching expensive procedures I fantasized about. The dreamer mentality; blissful aspirations of rotting in my room dreaming about bimax, or how different my life would have been if I was born Chad.
I'VE HAD A FUCKING ENOUGH OF THIS. I'M GONNA GET OUT OF THE BED AND START ACTUALLY DOING STUFF.
There's only so much a person can take before saying "You know what? I'm tired of listening to nihilistics on offtopic and digging a hole so deep it may as well lead to China." Anyone young person reading this even if they are from TikTak or not. Go back to your roots, things you love in life. Escape their Matrix. Their narcissism and ego has an effect over your imagination and young mind, and self perception. Your self view is not objective man. It's against you, realizing of your potential. Meanwhile I see the potential in you. You see lack thereof. Escape from their domain, they are nobodies with hatred against you going against what they imagine themselves doing because it is too late from them. Then One's either jealous or just a narcissist shitposting your face and calling you ugly and being an asshole of the internet that nobody with lives visit.
I WILL, NO WE WILL.... YOU KNOW FUCKING ASCEND DAMN IT.
No matter how much it will take, I promise someone from here will be one of the greatest maybe me or you, or someone's FUCKING RETARDED COUSIN TIMMY.
MARK MY FUCKING WORDS DON'T LET YOUR DREAM GO BROTHERS
learn to appreciate them and learn to involve those you wouldn't have imagined to your dreams. Because reality exists irl anyways; not in dreams.
They are not waiting for you either! Go chase 'em or better yet, have 'em chase you and have mutually rewarding awesome times, months, years, decades, spent together.
Each day...
You must conquer...
there is only today, your very future can only be if you live it today.
Life moves on, don't wait nor schedule a false sense of security. I use to autistically do that on a set day of a month and I realize universe nor time care about some date.
"Yeah Saiya, that's how I feel. That sick kid in bed who goes to school/work dead. Dreaming in that lifeless zombie body about the said future, and not doing that actual first action."
No room for the fucking procrastination!!! my brain has realized this. FUCK. That word doesn't do justice to the fuckery of self administrating the suicide of you dreams. Rage through love, for all there is you have fathomed in life in all you must only exist for there is room for professionalism.
Not procrastination < Professionalism at everything you are ought to be so in people's lives.
Not professional nerd ofc HAHAHAHA.
Professional at being the best at what people hold significance for in mutually rewarding lives that you must stop wishing and start becoming a larger than life part of.
YOU CAN BE EXCELLENCE.
(The infamous photo lol)
Poor, ugly, and jawless
Ever since I was 12 I had a self subconscious I knew I was ugly until I discovered 1.5 years ago, fucked in the head at a young age. At that moment is when my childhood ended and life of a self aware loser incel began. Instead of doing motivation as soon as I discovered it, I fell into the common trope of dreaming about surgeries and researching expensive procedures I fantasized about. The dreamer mentality; blissful aspirations of rotting in my room dreaming about bimax, or how different my life would have been if I was born Chad.
I'VE HAD A FUCKING ENOUGH OF THIS. I'M GONNA GET OUT OF THE BED AND START ACTUALLY DOING STUFF.
There's only so much a person can take before saying "You know what? I'm tired of listening to nihilistics on offtopic and digging a hole so deep it may as well lead to China." Anyone young person reading this even if they are from TikTak or not. Go back to your roots, things you love in life. Escape their Matrix. Their narcissism and ego has an effect over your imagination and young mind, and self perception. Your self view is not objective man. It's against you, realizing of your potential. Meanwhile I see the potential in you. You see lack thereof. Escape from their domain, they are nobodies with hatred against you going against what they imagine themselves doing because it is too late from them. Then One's either jealous or just a narcissist shitposting your face and calling you ugly and being an asshole of the internet that nobody with lives visit.
I WILL, NO WE WILL.... YOU KNOW FUCKING ASCEND DAMN IT.
No matter how much it will take, I promise someone from here will be one of the greatest maybe me or you, or someone's FUCKING RETARDED COUSIN TIMMY.
MARK MY FUCKING WORDS DON'T LET YOUR DREAM GO BROTHERS
learn to appreciate them and learn to involve those you wouldn't have imagined to your dreams. Because reality exists irl anyways; not in dreams.
They are not waiting for you either! Go chase 'em or better yet, have 'em chase you and have mutually rewarding awesome times, months, years, decades, spent together.
Each day...
You must conquer...
there is only today, your very future can only be if you live it today.
Life moves on, don't wait nor schedule a false sense of security. I use to autistically do that on a set day of a month and I realize universe nor time care about some date.
"Yeah Saiya, that's how I feel. That sick kid in bed who goes to school/work dead. Dreaming in that lifeless zombie body about the said future, and not doing that actual first action."
No room for the fucking procrastination!!! my brain has realized this. FUCK. That word doesn't do justice to the fuckery of self administrating the suicide of you dreams. Rage through love, for all there is you have fathomed in life in all you must only exist for there is room for professionalism.
Not procrastination < Professionalism at everything you are ought to be so in people's lives.
Not professional nerd ofc HAHAHAHA.
Professional at being the best at what people hold significance for in mutually rewarding lives that you must stop wishing and start becoming a larger than life part of.
YOU CAN BE EXCELLENCE.
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