Deleted member 3177
Life just isn't hard enough
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After pathetically leaving this forum on a low note after what can only be called a breakdown of psychological nature and proceeding to become a wrist-cutting outcast, barely keeping myself alive by consuming the drops of muddied water dripping upon the floor from the canopy of my hut's roof in South India, I kept wondering what compelled me, almost obsessively, to keep on checking this God forsaken, FBI monitored, cortisol raising website. And so I have spent the last few months invested in a vicious investigation which has led me to question the very core of my insidious existence.
I reached a premature conclusion when I recalled that the foremost reason this forum kept me hanging from my testicles waiting for incels to react to my posts was that it was the closest thing to human interaction I could possibly achieve in my infrahuman, horribly misled life. Like the subhuman I am, like an agent of evolution closer to our primal ancestor, the primate, the dopamine rush I received after carefully constructing and configuring a post which would gather the attention of other attention starved virgins could only be compared to the awe of an orgasm by titjob; spasming. Not that I would know, as this crisis has stalled all online transactions and failed to deliver me my automated sexbot.
However, this wasn't enough: the compulsion which made me routinely check on this forum could only be described as a clinical condition, fully ingrained into my neuroatypical, sullied brain. This affliction forced me to abandon all of my daily habits and shut myself inside my room, sleeping on my cum stained, sweat brimmed, tear gushing couch, only guarding my famished, weak body with my trusted cum rag throughout the traitorous solace of winter. I dropped any homework, my exercise routine, and my friendships; whenever a worried Stacy knocked on my door, crying for me to step out into the world, I shouted a deep, ghastly, "Stop making noise, you BITCH." As she ran away, only the dripping of her wet pussy could be heard. I kept investigating.
This investigation instilled a sense of duty upon me which I had never felt before; it was my job to discover what "Rent Free" means. What kept you, yes, you, you pathetic, mental illness riddled, attention whoring, bully victim, micropenis bearing permavirgin caved deep inside the darkest compartments of my brain. And so, after months of jacking my penis off to ads in the Internet, I got to a final, conclusive answer.
Website design. Social media is, as formatted, conceived to make your perception of human interaction into a one-way vehicle of positive outcome; as long as your posts are uniform, complicit with others, and in line with a global set of beliefs, you will fare better than others and achieve a higher place in a social hierarchy. This is the reason why nipple suckling faggots like @cocainecowboy or other background drop, unilateral circlejerking homosexuals thrive in this sort of environment: they are able to, through formulaic dogmas, get the most dopamine out of a single post through the reaction system. They never think of anything original or particularly interesting to a general cause; they just parrot, repeat phrases and give other users blowjobs, like the sad, plastered mascots they are. This keeps them tightly linked to this forum; this is the closest they will ever be to sticking their micropenises into the ripe vagina of a woman in their prime, not through use of rape date drugs or economic persuasion. This sort of sad, dumb creature needs to be wiped off and be executed by shooting the contents of their brain off through the nape of their tiny, deformed skulls. EAT DUST FAGGOTS
tl;dr: give me reactions
I reached a premature conclusion when I recalled that the foremost reason this forum kept me hanging from my testicles waiting for incels to react to my posts was that it was the closest thing to human interaction I could possibly achieve in my infrahuman, horribly misled life. Like the subhuman I am, like an agent of evolution closer to our primal ancestor, the primate, the dopamine rush I received after carefully constructing and configuring a post which would gather the attention of other attention starved virgins could only be compared to the awe of an orgasm by titjob; spasming. Not that I would know, as this crisis has stalled all online transactions and failed to deliver me my automated sexbot.
However, this wasn't enough: the compulsion which made me routinely check on this forum could only be described as a clinical condition, fully ingrained into my neuroatypical, sullied brain. This affliction forced me to abandon all of my daily habits and shut myself inside my room, sleeping on my cum stained, sweat brimmed, tear gushing couch, only guarding my famished, weak body with my trusted cum rag throughout the traitorous solace of winter. I dropped any homework, my exercise routine, and my friendships; whenever a worried Stacy knocked on my door, crying for me to step out into the world, I shouted a deep, ghastly, "Stop making noise, you BITCH." As she ran away, only the dripping of her wet pussy could be heard. I kept investigating.
This investigation instilled a sense of duty upon me which I had never felt before; it was my job to discover what "Rent Free" means. What kept you, yes, you, you pathetic, mental illness riddled, attention whoring, bully victim, micropenis bearing permavirgin caved deep inside the darkest compartments of my brain. And so, after months of jacking my penis off to ads in the Internet, I got to a final, conclusive answer.
Website design. Social media is, as formatted, conceived to make your perception of human interaction into a one-way vehicle of positive outcome; as long as your posts are uniform, complicit with others, and in line with a global set of beliefs, you will fare better than others and achieve a higher place in a social hierarchy. This is the reason why nipple suckling faggots like @cocainecowboy or other background drop, unilateral circlejerking homosexuals thrive in this sort of environment: they are able to, through formulaic dogmas, get the most dopamine out of a single post through the reaction system. They never think of anything original or particularly interesting to a general cause; they just parrot, repeat phrases and give other users blowjobs, like the sad, plastered mascots they are. This keeps them tightly linked to this forum; this is the closest they will ever be to sticking their micropenises into the ripe vagina of a woman in their prime, not through use of rape date drugs or economic persuasion. This sort of sad, dumb creature needs to be wiped off and be executed by shooting the contents of their brain off through the nape of their tiny, deformed skulls. EAT DUST FAGGOTS
tl;dr: give me reactions
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