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NTmaxxed pajeet
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It's 9pm on a friday, I cannot remember the past 12 hours. I'm in my bed, and the xanax I had has worn off, I still feel slightly groggy but am still trying to get my bearings. If I recall, I had taken 2 bars of xanax maybe 3? Oh wait. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm pajeet, I'm a 5'5 indian, a currycel some may say. I have never touched a girl nor kissed a girl in all 20 years of my life, I am not angry though. I can't blame women for hating me, no one wants an unattractive partner. My life has been littered with failures and rejections, for bitterness is the only feeling I know. My bitterness is towards myself, amor fati they say. But I cannot be a lover of my fate, there is nothing good about my life currently. The past 12 hours high on xanax was bliss, it's a shame it's worn off.
I decide to sit down on my computer chair and turn on my pc, the fan blaring and the harsh blue light of the screen blinding my eyes, I open my web browser and start typing "looksmax.org". Home at last....
I decide to sit down on my computer chair and turn on my pc, the fan blaring and the harsh blue light of the screen blinding my eyes, I open my web browser and start typing "looksmax.org". Home at last....
