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I was in 4th/5th grade when I was transferred to a predominantly white/asian school because of my good grades. The local spics didn't want to interact with me as I was too white-passing for them so they saw me as a race traitor. One spic kid showed me his knife and told me to join his gang or he would stab me with it. Thankfully, I was transferred shortly after that incident. Anyways, I remember entering the school grounds when I saw her. She was a fellow student, but her hair was whitish yellow and her skin a fair complexion with red/rosy undertones. She was beautiful and perfect in my eyes, my first lil Aryan Goddess. I quickly picked up a flower from a garden near me and approached her with it. The look she gave me, I will never forget. She looked at me as if a pile of trash had sprung up legs and decided to approach her. She looked at me with contempt not found in usual girls her age. Her ocean-blue eyes stared deep into my soul as I froze. "I-I want to give you this" I said as I handed her the flower in my hand. "You're weird", she shot back without even a passing glance at the now wilting flower in my hand. Then she turned her back to me and walked away. I remember feeling devastated and broken as I saw her dress bouncing in the wind. This was my first utter rejection and worse of all, it was by an Aryan Goddess. 

This marked the beginning of the end for me and sealed my fate as a sub5 non-NT Aspiecel/Schizoidcel white-passing ethnic Jsanza29 lookalike no-sex-in-over-5-yrs incel who lives in the most hypergamous country in the world (US).





