PSL 4 incel
Iron
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I’ve always been the poorest cousin.
Every family gathering felt like a humiliation ritual. They showed up in designer fits, perfect skin, capped teeth, and confidence built from never having to suffer.
I showed up in silence. Wearing the same outfit from last year. Fake shoes. Acne. Resentment hidden under a fake smile.
They had everything I dreamed of money, stability, love, support, looks, height, orthodontics by age 12. I had none of it.While they lived in glass houses, I slept in a cracked one, wishing I could trade places. Wishing someone, anyone, would just pick me up and give me the life I was supposed to have. I used to fantasize that I’d be adopted by a PSL 8 billionaire Chad and a Stacy mom. Born again into a maxxed life. Perfect bones, rich blood, security, status. No one would question me. I’m tired of envying people who never had to crawl through what I’m still crawling through. I’m tired of being ashamed of where I started.
So no more wishing. No more praying for a different life. I’ll build the version of me that should’ve been born. I’ll become the cousin they never saw coming. I’ll hardmax so hard they’ll think I got surgery in secret. And the best part? I'd lie. I’d say it was all natty. That I never had to try. I'd mog without mercy.No more envy. No more begging fate to be fair. I’ll become the dream they inherited by force.
Every family gathering felt like a humiliation ritual. They showed up in designer fits, perfect skin, capped teeth, and confidence built from never having to suffer.
I showed up in silence. Wearing the same outfit from last year. Fake shoes. Acne. Resentment hidden under a fake smile.
They had everything I dreamed of money, stability, love, support, looks, height, orthodontics by age 12. I had none of it.While they lived in glass houses, I slept in a cracked one, wishing I could trade places. Wishing someone, anyone, would just pick me up and give me the life I was supposed to have. I used to fantasize that I’d be adopted by a PSL 8 billionaire Chad and a Stacy mom. Born again into a maxxed life. Perfect bones, rich blood, security, status. No one would question me. I’m tired of envying people who never had to crawl through what I’m still crawling through. I’m tired of being ashamed of where I started.
So no more wishing. No more praying for a different life. I’ll build the version of me that should’ve been born. I’ll become the cousin they never saw coming. I’ll hardmax so hard they’ll think I got surgery in secret. And the best part? I'd lie. I’d say it was all natty. That I never had to try. I'd mog without mercy.No more envy. No more begging fate to be fair. I’ll become the dream they inherited by force.
