My story. 23 years old kissless guy, broken on the inside

[returnofthecutecel]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

 

[Saint Casanova]

You should kill a CEO and Luigimax

 

[returnofthecutecel]

You should kill a CEO and Luigimax

Whats the meaning of luigimax?

 

[StacySexuaI]

Read the whole thing, it if makes you feel any better there are a lot of us here who have had really shit lives too, just because of things we could never control. I really hope things get better for you, you are not alone in the world as much as it may feel like that sometimes. Great song btw.

 

[Klasik616]

Looks won't give you friends specially if you live in a non hypergamic country where it doesn't even matter

 

[WayneBraaaah]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

fucking hell. another inner void wannabe.

stop that self pity and livemaxx.

 

[Altruist]

This faggot pmed me and asked for a rating 3 seconds after i made a thread saying women should be allowed to post here

 

[134applesauce456]

I relate so much bhai I love you this made me tear up a little

I hope things can get better for you

 

[Jason Voorhees]

This faggot pmed me and asked for a rating 3 seconds after i made a thread saying women should be allowed to post here

He's mentally ill. He has been consistently rotting on this forum and lookism since 2019 and keeps asking for rates trying to get validation like a woman. I dont have any empathy for this nigga. He brought all of this upon himself.

 

[Altruist]

He's mentally ill. He has been consistently rotting on this forum and lookism since 2019 and keeps asking for rates trying to get validation like a woman. I dont have any empathy for this nigga. He brought all of this upon himself.

I remember him from lookism, yeah. Either omitting something or being a full blown autist. Probably the latter considering his posts

 

[pabloo]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

Fear of rejection is fucking you up you look better than most Guys irl

 

[Pendejo]

How tf did you get bullied for your name? You have the most generic spanish name ever lol, I swear you must be a pathological liar or sum.

 

[superpsycho]

I hope things can get better for you

 

[superpsycho]

im sorry brocel

 

[loyolaxavvierretard]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

I was thinking this guy is a ninja turtle the way he described himself

 

[Godera]

Mogs me

 

[Klasik616]

I remember him from lookism, yeah. Either omitting something or being a full blown autist. Probably the latter considering his posts

He just should give up on dating

 

[DarkAscender]

How the fuck is this guy kissless??

Just go to some club, chat up a girl and boom

 

[sub5outsider]

He's mentally ill. He has been consistently rotting on this forum and lookism since 2019 and keeps asking for rates trying to get validation like a woman. I dont have any empathy for this nigga. He brought all of this upon himself.

bro is a glitch in the matrix at this point

 

[returnofthecutecel]

How tf did you get bullied for your name? You have the most generic spanish name ever lol, I swear you must be a pathological liar or sum.

Well, not bullying but they called me "Juancho" instead of Juanjo to just make me feel worse

 

[returnofthecutecel]

He's mentally ill. He has been consistently rotting on this forum and lookism since 2019 and keeps asking for rates trying to get validation like a woman. I dont have any empathy for this nigga. He brought all of this upon himself.

Didn't you read my story man?

 

[Drugsmaxxer]

 

[alexander57]

Geomaxx/move to another city and start a new life

 

[returnofthecutecel]

Geomaxx/move to another city and start a new life

but i'm depressed I only think about suicide.

 

[chadlitecurry]

Read the whole thing, it if makes you feel any better there are a lot of us here who have had really shit lives too, just because of things we could never control. I really hope things get better for you, you are not alone in the world as much as it may feel like that sometimes. Great song btw.

"we could never control" Still blaming life and not taking an accountability is the exact sympton of being fucked in future.
My fellow men c'mon you're not that week, take accountability and just decide that you wasn't born for such a pitiful life and you will fuck every 3rd stacy you will see in ur life!

 

[Yacubeen]

How did you cope

 

[Yacubeen]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

Bro is describing my life

 

[SharpOrange]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

same as me lets hug bro.
homies

 

[Yacubeen]

Stfu foid bitch and this nigga should rope

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

Truecel

 

[returnofthecutecel]

Bump

 

[klip11]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

Are you white?

 

[Michelangelo]

The fact that you yap about not having nothing close to a relationship but look normal says something

 

[goyimslayer]

Are you white?

bro scroll down he posted pics of himself...

 

[SoundnVision]

You look good.
You must be genetically depressed and non NT.
Achieve something to build some inner confidence and don't think about women and you will find someone

 

[klip11]

bro scroll down he posted pics of himself...

Freaky Freddy is a bbc prison rapist that loves the white boys. Freaky Freddy will solve OPs problem of being a khhv.

 

[goyimslayer]

Freaky Freddy is a bbc prison rapist that loves the white boys. Freaky Freddy will solve OPs problem of being a khhv.

Which prison is this Freaky Freddy fella located at? Don't ask why I'm asking...

 

[klip11]

You look good.
You must be genetically depressed and non NT.
Achieve something to build some inner confidence and don't think about women and you will find someone

What about Freaky Freddy?

 

[klip11]

Which prison is this Freaky Freddy fella located at? Don't ask why I'm asking...

He's in Florida

 

[Joaquin]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

Enserio eres español?

 

[hunnidrounds]

Just clap some escorts buns OP

 

[Joaquin]

I’m 23. From Spain.
And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I don’t belong in this world. Listen to this original song of me while reading this thread:




When I was 12, the bullying started. People made fun of my hair, my looks, my name. They called me things like “Apu” and “Helmet”. I got slapped on the back of the head in school and nobody cared. A girl once drew on my photo in front of the class, just to humiliate me. I was that kid everyone chose to ignore or laugh at.

Since then, I’ve lived with a deep belief that I’m different. Not special — just alien. I switched schools at 13 and developed full-blown social anxiety. I could barely function around people. I felt like a ghost in every room.

While others were dating, going to parties, living “normal” teenage lives, I was locked in my room playing Call of Duty, watching YouTube and hiding. I only felt safe behind a screen. My only “relationship” was chatting with a girl when I was 11 on Messenger. That’s how far it went.

I did well academically. I always pushed myself because I thought good grades might save me. But the pressure, the loneliness and the depression crushed me. I dropped out of university twice. I isolated myself even more.
I spent years on dating apps like Badoo, chasing validation, hoping someone would notice me. Nothing ever worked. It just made the hole inside deeper.

I’m not ugly. I’ve posted some of my pics here — I’m fit, clean-looking, not a mutant. But no one really saw me. And when they did, I felt like I was just a body, not a person.

I tried again. I studied biotechnology. But every year has been hell. I have almost no friends, I never had a girlfriend, and I’m still a virgin at 23.
The pressure of group projects, public speaking, dealing with people... it kills me. I avoid everything. I survive. I don’t live.

My father has cancer now. I’ve been aggressive with my family. I’ve lost control more than once. And I hate myself for that.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Just this mix of self-hate, regret, pain, and a tiny spark that keeps me writing this post.

I feel like I missed the most important years of my life. The connection, the youth, the love, the memories.
Everyone’s out there living their lives. And I’m here trying to figure out if I even want mine.

I built this body hoping it would fix something.
But nothing on the outside ever fixes what’s broken inside.



If you read this and relate to any part of it, I see you.
And if you don’t… then maybe I never r
eally existed in the first place.

Bro I relate so much to this but im 17, I hope everything improves for you

 

[returnofthecutecel]

Bro I relate so much to this but im 17, I hope everything improves for you

I think I am at a bad point now of my life but the worst still hasn't came yet.