fvolkek
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It’s really bad when you wake up and try real hard every day, every single fucking day you wake up trying to “make it”, trying to improve your looks, generate income, studying in college, to be happy and in return you’re lonely as fuck, you see all your “friends” (who sideline you) getting all the huzz, you get left out, you end up rotting by yourself.
I have money so I travel all around the world but I do all of that by myself, and I can’t form a single group, I’m always rejected and left out. People don’t even want to use me for my money. it’s really a cruel joke.
I do pull every now and then (I wear lifts, makeup, all “frauding” stuff, which does work) but they always end up abandoning me because my personality is also shit, or my real self leaks out.
I tried being authentic, I get left out. I tried a façade and it’s marginally better but never really works. I tried everything, I don’t know what else to do with myself. Im not an insecure teenager anymore, im a grown adult (20yrs)
People shouldn’t need to audit every single thing they say or do to be like “see! this is what’s wrong with you”. And then deconstruct their whole mechanisms of navigating social life. No, they just go along with the flow (mostly) and they end up with friends and eventually a wife.
I ended up with a constant state and feeling in my mind that really feels painful. I don’t know how to describe it. But it’s really bad. A lifetime of rejection really takes a toll on you. You can’t help but wonder what’s so bad about yourself that everyone marginalizes you.
My cope is “you’re already rich, and then when you reach the workforce you’ll generate even more wealth because you’re preparing yourself for that, and then everyone will care because you’ll have money, so you’ll be included into society and you’ll be ultimately happy”. But what if I don’t make it economically? If I actually fail at work. The stakes are really high.
My only real friend (that I see often, and do plans with) is a schizophrenic guy who was “banished from the tribe”, so to speak, because he literally stabbed a classmate of ours. What do I mean by “real”? The other ones are supposed to be friends but my only interactions with them is them sending me IG reels, or some transactional college stuff. I don’t really see them. And my only friend is my friend because the rest of the gang left him out. So what does that say about me? I’m almost on the same level of avoidance as someone who attempted to murder them. It’s brutal.
Notwithstanding my sexual deviances that I attribute to rejection. I mean I ended up with humiliation fetishes and masochism and a porn addiction frankly. I couldn’t help myself. I obviously haven’t told anyone other than my therapist.
I mean my day to day is going to college (solo), working (solo), and then gym (solo) and gooning myself to sleep to fill the void. Then weekends I hang out with the other guy. That’s my life. And it’s not bearing fruits. And I’m losing patience.
I’ll say it bluntly, if things don’t take a turn for the better, I will obviously kill myself, because I’m putting all hopes in that I’ll be successful.
I have money so I travel all around the world but I do all of that by myself, and I can’t form a single group, I’m always rejected and left out. People don’t even want to use me for my money. it’s really a cruel joke.
I do pull every now and then (I wear lifts, makeup, all “frauding” stuff, which does work) but they always end up abandoning me because my personality is also shit, or my real self leaks out.
I tried being authentic, I get left out. I tried a façade and it’s marginally better but never really works. I tried everything, I don’t know what else to do with myself. Im not an insecure teenager anymore, im a grown adult (20yrs)
People shouldn’t need to audit every single thing they say or do to be like “see! this is what’s wrong with you”. And then deconstruct their whole mechanisms of navigating social life. No, they just go along with the flow (mostly) and they end up with friends and eventually a wife.
I ended up with a constant state and feeling in my mind that really feels painful. I don’t know how to describe it. But it’s really bad. A lifetime of rejection really takes a toll on you. You can’t help but wonder what’s so bad about yourself that everyone marginalizes you.
My cope is “you’re already rich, and then when you reach the workforce you’ll generate even more wealth because you’re preparing yourself for that, and then everyone will care because you’ll have money, so you’ll be included into society and you’ll be ultimately happy”. But what if I don’t make it economically? If I actually fail at work. The stakes are really high.
My only real friend (that I see often, and do plans with) is a schizophrenic guy who was “banished from the tribe”, so to speak, because he literally stabbed a classmate of ours. What do I mean by “real”? The other ones are supposed to be friends but my only interactions with them is them sending me IG reels, or some transactional college stuff. I don’t really see them. And my only friend is my friend because the rest of the gang left him out. So what does that say about me? I’m almost on the same level of avoidance as someone who attempted to murder them. It’s brutal.
Notwithstanding my sexual deviances that I attribute to rejection. I mean I ended up with humiliation fetishes and masochism and a porn addiction frankly. I couldn’t help myself. I obviously haven’t told anyone other than my therapist.
I mean my day to day is going to college (solo), working (solo), and then gym (solo) and gooning myself to sleep to fill the void. Then weekends I hang out with the other guy. That’s my life. And it’s not bearing fruits. And I’m losing patience.
I’ll say it bluntly, if things don’t take a turn for the better, I will obviously kill myself, because I’m putting all hopes in that I’ll be successful.
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