unlucko
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was born with everything. almost prodigal -- skipped 3 grades in math, in 4th grade was in 7th grade math. wasn't even bullied that shit doesn't exist in higher strata, kids were just impressed. read at a college level in 5th grade. my sisters had tutors always because emigrant indian parents shoot themselves if their kids dont get into top 5 colleges (both sisters did). on one occasion their tutor engaged me for a few minutes after my sister's lesson and told my mom i was profoundly gifted.
got into top high school in country probably world but i cant disclose the metric that's based off of.
then i had 6 concussions, one caused by my dad punching me for breaking his disposable airplane earbuds lol
mom threw a lacrosse ball into my eye which deformed the orbital at age 5, the asymmetry is still visible to this day because skulls are malleable at a young age
dad broke my nose, fucks harmony completely and deprived of oxygenation = droopy eyes, lethargy & even more of a brainlet
was sleep deprived ages 0-16 because parents earning more than 600k combined didnt care enough to make liveable arrangements for their son to have his own living space. slept at the floor of my sister's bed, 7 years my senior who would stay up until 1-2 am and wake up at 630. by age 16, when my sisters moved out, developmental years were over. whenever i confront my parents about these things they blame me for my height for gaming eating into my sleep hours ages 16-17 after i was done growing, rofl
let's not even get into the constant subtler forms of abuse that culminated in therapists diagnosing me with the entire fucking DSM-5, doesnt fucking matter anyway
protein deficient. picky eater on already insufficient indian veg diet. mom never cooked protein. just carbs. same height as sisters who ate the chicken she occasionally made unlike me, 5'6. parents 5'3 and 5'11, + curries are usually much taller than their midparental height (5'10 for me) because of american lifestyle
arthritic knees as parents pushed shit rqcuet sport on me despite me being immobile from the pain, even my dad would tell my mom to stop forcing me to suffer, all because my mom was coping thinking i'd get recruited despite literally falling down on court every game from the overuse injury itself. likely damaged growth plate
at age 10 and again revisited at 12:
i could have had hgh prescribed because i was 1 percentile off the prerequisite and the endocrinologist was willing to fudge the results
but my cucked parents denied me my last chance at a life, even after both me and my 5'8 pino pediatrician begged them to reconsider
worst part is even with all this shit im still relatively successful, 2 months after my 4th concussion WAIS iq came out to 135 with several sigmas worth of differential in reasoning vs processing speed & working memory (meaning whatever intelligence i may have is useless and rarely practical because it'll always be bottlenecked by processing), and 2 years after that got 1580 on SAT
doing alright on funds without a job because i find ways, have my own place hours away from parents thankfully, dropped of top college though because my brain does not work
i don't even look bad. few years ago was my prime. when i was working out and before i went through intense balding from bdnf, but still had broken nose, i'd semi-regularly get approached in the park despite being 5'6 indian. directly asked for number twice by jbs, free food from a girl who worked at a salad place (for my entire schoolyear i had dinner covered lol, even after i autistically ignored her advances cause i was bluepilled, was a minor and she was 19), every pajeeta who set their eyes on me was obsessed with me, once at college they had to pull girl who'd probably get rated staceylite here off me, feeding smarties into my mouth in front of white chad bf who was my friend's friend. through all of this i still ended up khhv through a series of fumbles, being retarded and autistic or once straight up denying a drunk latina htb banging on my door for sex at summer camp because i had fucked standards, was texting a statusmaxxed white staceylite at school at that time (flirted with her for the entire summer only to get cucked by my high T friend who texted her once and hooked up, brutal)
i say that this moderate success is the worst part because it just serves as an inescapable reminder of what could have fucking been had my development not been colossally sabotaged at every turn
even if all of the shit still happened
if they had just let me take hgh...id be an acceptable height, have stallone frame, joints in the clear and would have completely recovered from all brain damage. plus all of the positive compounding that comes with that chit. one vegetable took it at doses therapeutic for stature after a car crash and made a miraculous recovery. and i'd have a robust skull instead of this diamond shaped recessed temple peanut shit that i can only cope with by having hair which i've lost hundreds of daily from an attempt to heal the concussion my dad caused by taking fucking LIONS MANE MUSRHOOM (DONT TOUCH BDNFINDUCING SHIT IT'S NOT WORTH IT) which had no effects anyway besides shrinking my dick and making my dreams vivid once.
i have high cheekbones but they're invisible because of chronic 0 hgh. only look good at 8% bf, if id developed correctly and wasnt hgh deficient id be fucking zayn man
everything is cope unless i get everything done and become cyborg frankenstein with rods in my legs, go through millions of dollars of reserach chemicals to find the one that'll cure my wrecked brain, and induce a pituitary tumor for so my pigeon skull fills out like a balloon at the top.
nembutalmaxxing is all that's left. literally braindamaged deformed giga manlet curry. most of the time when i read other people's struggles and how hopeless they think their lives are i Just Fucking Lol. clueless. i could go er but it wouldnt give me any peace
there's a difference between being born ugly, retarded, and having short parents, and being born attractive, smart, and destined to be tall, and then get repeatedly fucked by circumstance and your own parents out of all those things, and then get gaslit by everyone around you into thinking this is a normal course of life, that everyone has to adapt to a new, drastically lower standard of living after facing trials and tribulations that even fucking Odysseus would balk at. lol
if there's one piece of advice i have to give it's don't rot. dont wait. either start now or kill yourself. no excuses either way
got into top high school in country probably world but i cant disclose the metric that's based off of.
then i had 6 concussions, one caused by my dad punching me for breaking his disposable airplane earbuds lol
mom threw a lacrosse ball into my eye which deformed the orbital at age 5, the asymmetry is still visible to this day because skulls are malleable at a young age
dad broke my nose, fucks harmony completely and deprived of oxygenation = droopy eyes, lethargy & even more of a brainlet
was sleep deprived ages 0-16 because parents earning more than 600k combined didnt care enough to make liveable arrangements for their son to have his own living space. slept at the floor of my sister's bed, 7 years my senior who would stay up until 1-2 am and wake up at 630. by age 16, when my sisters moved out, developmental years were over. whenever i confront my parents about these things they blame me for my height for gaming eating into my sleep hours ages 16-17 after i was done growing, rofl
let's not even get into the constant subtler forms of abuse that culminated in therapists diagnosing me with the entire fucking DSM-5, doesnt fucking matter anyway
protein deficient. picky eater on already insufficient indian veg diet. mom never cooked protein. just carbs. same height as sisters who ate the chicken she occasionally made unlike me, 5'6. parents 5'3 and 5'11, + curries are usually much taller than their midparental height (5'10 for me) because of american lifestyle
arthritic knees as parents pushed shit rqcuet sport on me despite me being immobile from the pain, even my dad would tell my mom to stop forcing me to suffer, all because my mom was coping thinking i'd get recruited despite literally falling down on court every game from the overuse injury itself. likely damaged growth plate
at age 10 and again revisited at 12:
i could have had hgh prescribed because i was 1 percentile off the prerequisite and the endocrinologist was willing to fudge the results
but my cucked parents denied me my last chance at a life, even after both me and my 5'8 pino pediatrician begged them to reconsider
worst part is even with all this shit im still relatively successful, 2 months after my 4th concussion WAIS iq came out to 135 with several sigmas worth of differential in reasoning vs processing speed & working memory (meaning whatever intelligence i may have is useless and rarely practical because it'll always be bottlenecked by processing), and 2 years after that got 1580 on SAT
doing alright on funds without a job because i find ways, have my own place hours away from parents thankfully, dropped of top college though because my brain does not work
i don't even look bad. few years ago was my prime. when i was working out and before i went through intense balding from bdnf, but still had broken nose, i'd semi-regularly get approached in the park despite being 5'6 indian. directly asked for number twice by jbs, free food from a girl who worked at a salad place (for my entire schoolyear i had dinner covered lol, even after i autistically ignored her advances cause i was bluepilled, was a minor and she was 19), every pajeeta who set their eyes on me was obsessed with me, once at college they had to pull girl who'd probably get rated staceylite here off me, feeding smarties into my mouth in front of white chad bf who was my friend's friend. through all of this i still ended up khhv through a series of fumbles, being retarded and autistic or once straight up denying a drunk latina htb banging on my door for sex at summer camp because i had fucked standards, was texting a statusmaxxed white staceylite at school at that time (flirted with her for the entire summer only to get cucked by my high T friend who texted her once and hooked up, brutal)
i say that this moderate success is the worst part because it just serves as an inescapable reminder of what could have fucking been had my development not been colossally sabotaged at every turn
even if all of the shit still happened
if they had just let me take hgh...id be an acceptable height, have stallone frame, joints in the clear and would have completely recovered from all brain damage. plus all of the positive compounding that comes with that chit. one vegetable took it at doses therapeutic for stature after a car crash and made a miraculous recovery. and i'd have a robust skull instead of this diamond shaped recessed temple peanut shit that i can only cope with by having hair which i've lost hundreds of daily from an attempt to heal the concussion my dad caused by taking fucking LIONS MANE MUSRHOOM (DONT TOUCH BDNFINDUCING SHIT IT'S NOT WORTH IT) which had no effects anyway besides shrinking my dick and making my dreams vivid once.
i have high cheekbones but they're invisible because of chronic 0 hgh. only look good at 8% bf, if id developed correctly and wasnt hgh deficient id be fucking zayn man
everything is cope unless i get everything done and become cyborg frankenstein with rods in my legs, go through millions of dollars of reserach chemicals to find the one that'll cure my wrecked brain, and induce a pituitary tumor for so my pigeon skull fills out like a balloon at the top.
nembutalmaxxing is all that's left. literally braindamaged deformed giga manlet curry. most of the time when i read other people's struggles and how hopeless they think their lives are i Just Fucking Lol. clueless. i could go er but it wouldnt give me any peace
there's a difference between being born ugly, retarded, and having short parents, and being born attractive, smart, and destined to be tall, and then get repeatedly fucked by circumstance and your own parents out of all those things, and then get gaslit by everyone around you into thinking this is a normal course of life, that everyone has to adapt to a new, drastically lower standard of living after facing trials and tribulations that even fucking Odysseus would balk at. lol
if there's one piece of advice i have to give it's don't rot. dont wait. either start now or kill yourself. no excuses either way
