alien
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I feel so alone in the world. My mom passed away 9 years ago from cancer. She was the only family member I had a close relationship with. The only person that I had been close to since my mom's passing was my ex whom I met off sluthate, Yogapants. I've dated and hooked up with some women since then, saw some hookers since then. But it's never filled the void. I was really attracted to my ex, I felt like I could truly be myself around her. I'm always guarded when talking with other women. Putting on a persona. I was a NEET hikikomori loser when she met me. But she still loved me. The combination of the attraction, the intellectual intimacy, the affection, the great sex, I'll never feel that chemical cocktail of oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin, etc. again. She made me feel like an alpha male for the first and only time in my life. Talking about how sexy I was and how good my BWC felt in her tight brown pussy. I've dumped so many loads inside of her. I miss her so much. The love chemical high must be what its like to sip lean. She met a lot of the diagnostic criteria for Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). I was briefly chatting with a girl online a few years prior to her who was legit diagnosed with BPD, was in DBT and took meds and I recognized the overlap in symptoms. Yogapants drove me crazy and my brain says it could never work out with her but I was addicted to that crazy bitch and she was so crazy in bed. Love isn't rational.
That was the last time in my life that I felt blue pilled for a girl. I fucked up because one of my chan buddies on a chan asked me if she was hot and I said that she was pretty attractive but not as hot as some hookers I've fucked before. She snooped my entire lookism post history and found out that I was posting on this chan. And was searching for my posts and found that. And she never forgave me for that. But the hookers didn't mean fucking shit to me. I was in love with her. She was my princess. She was my wifey. Those hookers were just thots. The sex with my ex was many times better than the hookers. Because the love chemical cocktail was so fucking amazing and addictive. I probably said the hookers were hotter because in my mind I have low self-esteem so I figured that if a girl is obtainable, she must be lower value than the woman I paid for, which I saw as unobtainable. I feel like she is the one who got away even though she too crazy. She was of a higher standard looks-wise and intellectually than my lays up until that point.
And my lays since had been of significantly lower quality because dating apps are a fucking sewer, especially post-pandemic. My noodlewhore ex I haven't been with for over a year contacted me last month and I didn't even reply. I was only with her for narcissistic reasons because she talked about how much she loved my BWC, her orgasms and how I was her handsome pretty White Prince. Because it's just not the fucking same. And I suspect the noodlewhore was trying to monkey branch me for a beta provider since I wouldn't put a ring on it. My narcissism couldn't handle it. I don't enjoy sex with the noodlewhore anyways and I'll never take her back. Yogapants AFOGs the hell out of her. On dating apps I keep swiping left on these sub-par bitches and then "oops you missed a match." This sub-par bitch messaged me first telling me I'm handsome and I left her on read. There were a couple of cute brown girls so I swiped right, matched and chatted with them. But then conversation fizzled out. I'd rather suck a nigger dick than settle for these sub-par thots on dating apps that can't measure up to my ex. With age I have been raising my standards like a roastie instead of lowering them. Does that make me an Alpha Widower? An Alpha Widow is hung up on a Chad from her past.
I was talking to my sister about this on the phone. And she dragged the phone conversation to like 90 minutes. And it was mostly here dominating the conversation. It drove me crazy. When I was telling my sister that I was jealous that my ex claimed to be with someone new because of hypergamy and male thirsty, she was like "no I don't find that men are thirsty" WTF is she smoking! I told her that sub-Chads and sub-wealthy men were invisible to her. I am invisible except to sub-par women. I told her that I'll probably never get someone on the level of my ex again. Meanwhile my ex probably has miles and miles of cock lined up for her to choose. Who knows how many bare cocks and semen have been inside of my ex by now. My sister was like "you are feeling worse than when you started this phone conversation for me. I thought you were getting better?" Women are so oblivious/ignorant/indifferent to incel rage. Holy shit. Even my own sister. I accused her of siding with my ex because women are biased against men, even their own brother.
I then went on a huge text tirade towards my sister and she didn't respond. I imagine that my sister and I will be on very minimal speaking terms from now on. But fuck that bitch, she doesn't care. She never cared. I've tried to go to her for dating advice before in the past. Like 3+ years ago. But every time, she just dominates the conversation. My sister is in her late 40s, never married, childless. Probably an Alpha Widow herself. So she will never be objective and will instinctually take the woman's side.
It sucks knowing that my own sister, my brother, my father, none of them give a shit about my happiness. They don't care about my mental well-being. And guys don't support each other emotionally like that. And women want us to visit Gandy. My own family probably wants me to visit Gandy. My sister and brother would get a larger share of the inheritance. And my dad would be relieved.
That was the last time in my life that I felt blue pilled for a girl. I fucked up because one of my chan buddies on a chan asked me if she was hot and I said that she was pretty attractive but not as hot as some hookers I've fucked before. She snooped my entire lookism post history and found out that I was posting on this chan. And was searching for my posts and found that. And she never forgave me for that. But the hookers didn't mean fucking shit to me. I was in love with her. She was my princess. She was my wifey. Those hookers were just thots. The sex with my ex was many times better than the hookers. Because the love chemical cocktail was so fucking amazing and addictive. I probably said the hookers were hotter because in my mind I have low self-esteem so I figured that if a girl is obtainable, she must be lower value than the woman I paid for, which I saw as unobtainable. I feel like she is the one who got away even though she too crazy. She was of a higher standard looks-wise and intellectually than my lays up until that point.
And my lays since had been of significantly lower quality because dating apps are a fucking sewer, especially post-pandemic. My noodlewhore ex I haven't been with for over a year contacted me last month and I didn't even reply. I was only with her for narcissistic reasons because she talked about how much she loved my BWC, her orgasms and how I was her handsome pretty White Prince. Because it's just not the fucking same. And I suspect the noodlewhore was trying to monkey branch me for a beta provider since I wouldn't put a ring on it. My narcissism couldn't handle it. I don't enjoy sex with the noodlewhore anyways and I'll never take her back. Yogapants AFOGs the hell out of her. On dating apps I keep swiping left on these sub-par bitches and then "oops you missed a match." This sub-par bitch messaged me first telling me I'm handsome and I left her on read. There were a couple of cute brown girls so I swiped right, matched and chatted with them. But then conversation fizzled out. I'd rather suck a nigger dick than settle for these sub-par thots on dating apps that can't measure up to my ex. With age I have been raising my standards like a roastie instead of lowering them. Does that make me an Alpha Widower? An Alpha Widow is hung up on a Chad from her past.
I was talking to my sister about this on the phone. And she dragged the phone conversation to like 90 minutes. And it was mostly here dominating the conversation. It drove me crazy. When I was telling my sister that I was jealous that my ex claimed to be with someone new because of hypergamy and male thirsty, she was like "no I don't find that men are thirsty" WTF is she smoking! I told her that sub-Chads and sub-wealthy men were invisible to her. I am invisible except to sub-par women. I told her that I'll probably never get someone on the level of my ex again. Meanwhile my ex probably has miles and miles of cock lined up for her to choose. Who knows how many bare cocks and semen have been inside of my ex by now. My sister was like "you are feeling worse than when you started this phone conversation for me. I thought you were getting better?" Women are so oblivious/ignorant/indifferent to incel rage. Holy shit. Even my own sister. I accused her of siding with my ex because women are biased against men, even their own brother.
I then went on a huge text tirade towards my sister and she didn't respond. I imagine that my sister and I will be on very minimal speaking terms from now on. But fuck that bitch, she doesn't care. She never cared. I've tried to go to her for dating advice before in the past. Like 3+ years ago. But every time, she just dominates the conversation. My sister is in her late 40s, never married, childless. Probably an Alpha Widow herself. So she will never be objective and will instinctually take the woman's side.
It sucks knowing that my own sister, my brother, my father, none of them give a shit about my happiness. They don't care about my mental well-being. And guys don't support each other emotionally like that. And women want us to visit Gandy. My own family probably wants me to visit Gandy. My sister and brother would get a larger share of the inheritance. And my dad would be relieved.
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