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MaxMustermann1998
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It is all so tiring. Why does God give some people such hard struggles? My parents separated when I was 3, until I was 12 I was raised by my mother who was a heavy alcoholic. I was bullied at school because I always wore dirty and donated clothes. I probably would have roped by then, but God gave me some more lifefuel. When I was 13, my mother moved in with her new boyfriend and my sister and I moved back with my father. He beat me, but at the new school I could at least feel a glimpse of a joyful life. I reinvented myself, was pre-pubescent, looked good, everyone wanted to do things with me and girls wanted me in droves. But this phase of joy only lasted for a short time because I didn't hit puberty until I was fucking 17. I was 1.60 m at 16 and went from mogger to bullied again. I didn't go to a single birthday party and didn't even have any friends because my father lives in a cow village and didn't even think of driving me anywhere. After I wasted my youth and started studying at 18, I finally hit puberty and grew to 1.90 m tall in three years. You might think that this has given me a new zest for life, but no, because I have now almost finished my studies at 23, still have acne, an ugly face and am slowly starting to go bald. I haven't made a single friend in the 5 years I've been studying. I will probably start joining the Wagecage next year and never leave. The time period when others had fun is over and no looksmaxxing in the world can ever bring it back. At best, I end up with a washed-up wife at 30 and have children who share the same genetic fate. I am the cog that makes Chad's beautiful life possible. I haven't given up yet and I keep trying to Looksmax, but every hair that falls out is a piece of lost will to live.