
TheLightOfMyLife
don't think twice
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I almost certainly have some kind of untreated mental illness if that was not blatantly obvious. Like not in the meme sense, I have actual problems and it is very easy for me to just snap and completely change from the way I was from one moment to another, and I have very little control over my emotions. Suicidal ideation is a daily occurrence for me as well as having a constant mental monologue bathing me in self hatred, which literally does not stop unless I manage to focus myself intensely on something else or sleep.
Anyways, I think I just needed to get all of those emotions out. I don't even think the girl herself was the main problem, but rather this overarching issue of being completely and wholly undesirable based on my physical appearance alone. I know good and well that it isn't my personality or any of those soft skills holding me back. While I have a very damaging mental state, I am sure it could be easily overcome given the right kind of social rewards/environment if I have the correct physical appearance. But I do not, and this will never change. SO I must get over it. I know that and have known that. It's just the actual doing that is hard. It's hard to accept your limits, even if you would otherwise consider yourself "blackpilled", because rationally understanding that something is true is not quite the same as believing it.
I invested a lot of time and effort into this girl. Truthfully she never showed any real interest in me. The whole time I never felt like she cared about me or that she even valued me as more than a source of temporary entertainment. Our conversations were more or less one sided with me being the one to initiate most of it and her being reactive. She even admitted that I am "not her type" physically as well as admitting that I was more into her than she was into me. This of course, was after admitting that she was, in her words, "yandere" towards her former tall white skinny boyfriends. As such, I can admit that perhaps many of my feelings were based on something that I wished to be true rather than the reality of my circumstances. Yet, like many, I am a man who lives through his dreams. If the reality I see before me is so cruel, so incongruent with my desires, how could I wish to look at that when I could instead look towards my delusions? There was nothing there and I was grasping at thin air.
I will try to move on from this with what little grace I still can. I accept my genetic defeat. I accept that I had no chance and that this was always doomed to end in heartbreak. Going forward, I would like to try and be more content of my life as someone who is meant to be alone rather than endlessly pining over something which could never be. Sorry all for dumping this insanity and whiny shit onto you.
@greycel @CEO
Anyways, I think I just needed to get all of those emotions out. I don't even think the girl herself was the main problem, but rather this overarching issue of being completely and wholly undesirable based on my physical appearance alone. I know good and well that it isn't my personality or any of those soft skills holding me back. While I have a very damaging mental state, I am sure it could be easily overcome given the right kind of social rewards/environment if I have the correct physical appearance. But I do not, and this will never change. SO I must get over it. I know that and have known that. It's just the actual doing that is hard. It's hard to accept your limits, even if you would otherwise consider yourself "blackpilled", because rationally understanding that something is true is not quite the same as believing it.
I invested a lot of time and effort into this girl. Truthfully she never showed any real interest in me. The whole time I never felt like she cared about me or that she even valued me as more than a source of temporary entertainment. Our conversations were more or less one sided with me being the one to initiate most of it and her being reactive. She even admitted that I am "not her type" physically as well as admitting that I was more into her than she was into me. This of course, was after admitting that she was, in her words, "yandere" towards her former tall white skinny boyfriends. As such, I can admit that perhaps many of my feelings were based on something that I wished to be true rather than the reality of my circumstances. Yet, like many, I am a man who lives through his dreams. If the reality I see before me is so cruel, so incongruent with my desires, how could I wish to look at that when I could instead look towards my delusions? There was nothing there and I was grasping at thin air.
I will try to move on from this with what little grace I still can. I accept my genetic defeat. I accept that I had no chance and that this was always doomed to end in heartbreak. Going forward, I would like to try and be more content of my life as someone who is meant to be alone rather than endlessly pining over something which could never be. Sorry all for dumping this insanity and whiny shit onto you.
@greycel @CEO