v.3ex
Bibi Netanyahu
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I have no one left. All of my friends, they end up leaving me, surpassing me in life while I lay down and rot alone as a 5’4 sub5 manlet. One of them found a relationship while I remain a true involuntary celibate who is kissless, handholdless, hugless, and a virgin. I no longer possess any will to live life. All my days are spent masturbating to “Passionate Intimate Sex” on Pornhub, cucking and subjecting myself to torture, wishing it were me in the man’s position as he penetrates deep into the woman’s vagina as they engage in a passionate, romantic experience, something I yearn for, something I crave.
I know it’ll never happen because I won’t fit to the standards, not even the bare minimum for a low-tier becky. There hasn’t been a single day I don’t fantasize about holding hands with another girl while I kiss and hold her in my arms. I went as far as pretending to be a jester in class, putting on this facade of a joyful and a riotous person albeit knowing I don’t possess any of these features. I don’t contribute anything and I continue to hate, knowing it is within myself who is to blame for my predicament, I am to blame for my terrible genetics, I am to blame for being forever alone.
All of my attempts go unnoticed, I am left unnoticed, I feel invisible as if I lived in my own world. I have been left, alone, isolated to clean up my own mess. I never was happy, I never am I happy, and I don’t deserve to be so, everything that happens to me, suffering, pain, distress, all of that merited, for I am a terrible person. All I can do is bring torment to my parents, the same one who gave enough attention to give me all of the luxuries in life. Vaping in my school bathroom, engaging in drugs, in illegal activity, anything so I can feel something just to bring even more affliction and misery to my guardians, purposefully straining them for the goal to please myself because I am an awful person who only has regards for himself.
I hate isolation.
I know it’ll never happen because I won’t fit to the standards, not even the bare minimum for a low-tier becky. There hasn’t been a single day I don’t fantasize about holding hands with another girl while I kiss and hold her in my arms. I went as far as pretending to be a jester in class, putting on this facade of a joyful and a riotous person albeit knowing I don’t possess any of these features. I don’t contribute anything and I continue to hate, knowing it is within myself who is to blame for my predicament, I am to blame for my terrible genetics, I am to blame for being forever alone.
All of my attempts go unnoticed, I am left unnoticed, I feel invisible as if I lived in my own world. I have been left, alone, isolated to clean up my own mess. I never was happy, I never am I happy, and I don’t deserve to be so, everything that happens to me, suffering, pain, distress, all of that merited, for I am a terrible person. All I can do is bring torment to my parents, the same one who gave enough attention to give me all of the luxuries in life. Vaping in my school bathroom, engaging in drugs, in illegal activity, anything so I can feel something just to bring even more affliction and misery to my guardians, purposefully straining them for the goal to please myself because I am an awful person who only has regards for himself.
I hate isolation.
