pretty in my class girl is really nice to me but i can’t deal with the fact that she’s just insanely sweet and she doesn’t want me

[failedmogger90]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

 

[failedmogger90]

bump

 

[failedmogger90]

bump

 

[Сигма Бой]

 

[soggra]

We know this is you

 

[soggra]

foid glazing herself is crazy work, brutal work for the normies here

 

[lokit]

she is NOT allat buddy and you are NOT shakespear

 

[Node]

Dnrn

 

[Zeekie]

Brutal, but it's almost like I can't give a fuck. Just stop feeling sad about it, bitches come and go, unless you had something genuine with them, why care? Maybe I'm the one who's fucked up? I just do not get niggas that crush over someone and get actually sad when they realize they have no chance with them, like.. Okay, move on bro.

If you don't want it happening again with a different woman then start improving yourself so you can be less subhuman, save up for surgeries if that's what you need to do. What's the point of drowning in your sadness? It was never gonna happen anyway.

 

[failedmogger90]

We know this is you

fuck off fag

 

[Сигма Бой]

she is NOT allat buddy and you are NOT shakespear

Shekelbeard

 

[soggra]

fuck off fag

And your a nigger foid

 

[notesofrme]

well posting her face on a website full of men obsessed with looks is probably another reason why everyone hates u. She's pretty enough to have more than 1 guy waiting for her to be single. You don't even need to be the best looking man to pull her, just be better than the one she's currently with.

 

[jockidc120610]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

sad story man

 

[failedmogger90]

Brutal, but it's almost like I can't give a fuck. Just stop feeling sad about it, bitches come and go, unless you had something genuine with them, why care? Maybe I'm the one who's fucked up? I just do not get niggas that crush over someone and get actually sad when they realize they have no chance with them, like.. Okay, move on bro.

If you don't want it happening again with a different woman then start improving yourself so you can be less subhuman, save up for surgeries if that's what you need to do. What's the point of drowning in your sadness? It was never gonna happen anyway.

easy to say but ok

 

[truthhurts]

If you consider her Stacy tier, then I have bad news for you bud

 

[soggra]

well posting her face on a website full of men obsessed with looks is probably another reason why everyone hates u. She's pretty enough to have more than 1 guy waiting for her to be single. You don't even need to be the best looking man to pull her, just be better than the one she's currently with.

Cope, men dont like niggers. We obviously know this is her.

 

[jockidc120610]

If you consider her Stacy tier, then I have bad news for you bud

let him cope,maybe he doesnt care about looks

 

[Zeekie]

easy to say but ok

Easy to say AND feel. Proud to say, I haven't shed a single tear over a bitch, even after one hoe cheated on my. Women would be the last thing I get sad about, like it had to be my wife or long-term partner for at the very least a half a decade and I have had to spend a lot of money and emotional investment in the relationship

 

[notesofrme]

she just got freed from the shackles of slavery and opression- let her have her little moment.

 

[Zeekie]

Cope, men dont like niggers. We obviously know this is her.

Crazy comment ngl

 

[FlotPSL]

If she is stacy than i am chad

 

[failedmogger90]

well posting her face on a website full of men obsessed with looks is probably another reason why everyone hates u. She's pretty enough to have more than 1 guy waiting for her to be single. You don't even need to be the best looking man to pull her, just be better than the one she's currently with.

how is your concern me posting her face . idgaf bitches are cold if she was actually kind she’d date me i’m so fucking nice to her and she chooses to have a dickhead boyfriend honestly yeah i’m mad asf that she doesn’t want me but she could die for all that i care for

 

[notesofrme]

how is your concern me posting her face . idgaf bitches are cold if she was actually kind she’d date me i’m so fucking nice to her and she chooses to have a dickhead boyfriend honestly yeah i’m mad asf that she doesn’t want me but she could die for all that i care for

holy shit you're weird. wouldn't be surprised if in a few days you post a confession to having raped someone.

 

[failedmogger90]

i’m weird for having a valid reaction over this whole situation ?

 

[Deleted member 130303]

how is your concern me posting her face . idgaf bitches are cold if she was actually kind she’d date me i’m so fucking nice to her and she chooses to have a dickhead boyfriend honestly yeah i’m mad asf that she doesn’t want me but she could die for all that i care for

She has a foot long BBC inside her as we speak

 

[Deleted member 130303]

i’m weird for having a valid reaction over this whole situation ?

you want her to treat you like the subhuman you are ?

 

[failedmogger90]

you want her to treat you like the subhuman you are ?

stfu pussy

 

[Deleted member 130303]

stfu pussy

tyrone rearranging her insides while you argue with an incel on an indian forum

 

[DeLuxSaysItOver]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

First of all this might be the new James
Second of all if I were you I would have stopped thinking about her for the good

 

[Brutal4Melo]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

bro your getting yourself worked up over a negroid, not even a white girl or at the least an asian.

 

[slaters]

Wtfffff

 

[Heightpilldealer]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

1.Oneitis is brutal (she's lmtb at most)
2. Fuck the org users that hate on blacks
3. Why tf did you just post her on here Doxmaxxing hopefully she finds this and treats you like the miserable subhuman you are

THIS MADE MY DAY BHAI

 

[looks>books]

B

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

Bruh dont dox the girl

 

[looks>books]

Try ur luck thats all you can rlly do

 

[Heightpilldealer]

how is your concern me posting her face . idgaf bitches are cold if she was actually kind she’d date me i’m so fucking nice to her and she chooses to have a dickhead boyfriend honestly yeah i’m mad asf that she doesn’t want me but she could die for all that i care for

Proper incel rage bhai

 

[sivsiii]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

if u really aren’t lying and this did happen, literally work on urself and move on. i was the same way with most girls i thought they were perfect until we started talking or dating. i would just keep her as a close friend she seems like a good person but she ain’t all that bro. also don’t just post random girls on here no matter how pretty u think they are niggas on here will always say they are ltb and tell u to stop larping

 

[SeiGun]

wait, she nice to you so you post her pic on fbi watchlist site?

 

[failedmogger90]

if u really aren’t lying and this did happen, literally work on urself and move on. i was the same way with most girls i thought they were perfect until we started talking or dating. i would just keep her as a close friend she seems like a good person but she ain’t all that bro. also don’t just post random girls on here no matter how pretty u think they are niggas on here will always say they are ltb and tell u to stop larping

she looks even better in person icl, also i fucked our potential friendship up

 

[Deleted member 160439]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

You cried in front of her?

 

[failedmogger90]

You cried in front of her?

yeah..

 

[Deleted member 160439]

yeah..

Even if you ascend to Chad and became rich you won’t have a chance with her. No coming back from this

 

[debonss]

DNR,nigga foid

 

[failedmogger90]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

i’ve acquired a new crush. this foid was kindaaaaugly

 

[failedmogger90]

i’ve acquired a new crush. this foid was kindaaaaugly

i’m disgusted that i wanted her

 

[failedmogger90]

i’m disgusted that i wanted her

i’m coping

 

[skullmog]

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

2 psl

 

[JohnDoe]

@Gengar black QWEENZ can't stop winning

 

[Gengar]

@Gengar black QWEENZ can't stop winning

Das rite brownboi.

 

[Deleted member 163375]

rf

It’s over. Fully, permanently over.


I’ve been crushing on the same girl since grade 9. We’re in grade 12 now. She’s everything: beautiful, soft-spoken, athletic, kind — the kind of girl who doesn’t treat people like me like shit, even though she easily could.


I’m not delusional. I’m ugly, probably subhuman. Mild autism, zero status, no social skills. I’ve been laughed at behind my back for years. I see the glances. I hear the whispers. I’m a walking joke.


One day I had to give a presentation, and I was already being laughed at before I even started. I froze mid-sentence. Couldn’t breathe. Full panic attack. Just standing there like a broken NPC while people giggled.


And then she got up and walked me out of class. Quietly. Didn’t ask for attention. I overheard her friends say, “What are you doing?” — like they were shocked she was even acknowledging me. But she didn’t care. She asked if I was okay, if I had anxiety. I couldn’t even speak. I just cried in front of her.


Then she walked back into the classroom and told the teacher I couldn’t present today. No pity tone. No drama. Just calm and soft. I never forgot that moment.

She was the only one who treated me like a person. And because of that… I developed hope. The worst thing possible.


Weeks later, I asked her to prom. I didn’t mean to say it so loud — but it kind of slipped out and the whole class heard it. She just… nodded. Quietly. People stared. I thought for a second maybe this was it. Maybe my storyline had finally turned around.


But later, in private, she told me she only nodded so I wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of everyone. She’s actually going to prom with a Tyrone who treats her like shit. And yeah, I know this sub’s gonna roast me for this because y’all hate Black girls — but idc, I like her. She’s beautiful.

And it’s not just her looks. She’s got D1 track scholarships, drives a fuckin 2021 Jaguar F-Type, has rich parents, and never once made me feel like I was trash, even though she could’ve. She’s Stacy-tier in every way. And I’m just a ghost in the background.

No amount of looksmaxxing can close this gap. I’d have to moneymax, statumax, neurotypemax, and probably get facial reconstruction just to stand beside her without it looking like a charity project.

But even now — knowing all this — I still think about her.

And that’s what kills me.

Because she gave me hope. And hope is the most brutal cope of all.

I’m from toronto btw if anyone was wondering

read all of this to look at a ethnic LTB
You fuckin kidding me?