hitmancrewzz
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
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The thing is, just like the so-called "femcels," there’s always going to be a desperate man out there for them... but what about us? I mean, it’s possible for a girl looking for "true" love to start judging based on what’s on the inside rather than the outside.
But...
That sweet, caring girl will never come. You'll die alone hating the world, it's cruelty and it's iniquity. Your last thought before giving your lasth breath will be the hate towards the lucky ones, those who won the genetic lottery, those who are in the top of the world.
And YOU, the last thing you'll ever see will be a barrel of a firegun. Slowly starting pressing the trigger until...
BAAM!
You feel a new hole appear in the upper middle of your ear, and you collapse to the floor. You feel a warm liquid trickling down your neck, beginning to stain both the floor and yourself. You hear rapid footsteps approaching your room...
THUD!
Your door bursts open, and your parents scream in horror. They run toward you... toward what remains of you. You feel their hot tears wetting your face; their words sound blurred and impossible to understand.
Everything goes dark, even though it is still day.
The cold envelops you. You feel nothing; everything looks dark.
You accept it.
"Nothing matters after all."
But...
That sweet, caring girl will never come. You'll die alone hating the world, it's cruelty and it's iniquity. Your last thought before giving your lasth breath will be the hate towards the lucky ones, those who won the genetic lottery, those who are in the top of the world.
And YOU, the last thing you'll ever see will be a barrel of a firegun. Slowly starting pressing the trigger until...
BAAM!
You feel a new hole appear in the upper middle of your ear, and you collapse to the floor. You feel a warm liquid trickling down your neck, beginning to stain both the floor and yourself. You hear rapid footsteps approaching your room...
THUD!
Your door bursts open, and your parents scream in horror. They run toward you... toward what remains of you. You feel their hot tears wetting your face; their words sound blurred and impossible to understand.
Everything goes dark, even though it is still day.
The cold envelops you. You feel nothing; everything looks dark.
You accept it.
"Nothing matters after all."
