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Masnavi
Persian Loser
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2024
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Just finished my usual night-time solo drive in the city, taxi-driver style except I'm no taxi driver and no deniro, anyway,
all I see every night I go out to cry and drive around thinking about why I'm an Incel I see these hot, surgerymaxxed whores with these obnoxious men, overweight, balding, short, and ZERO SENSE OF STYLE, meanwhile I'm rotting in my high-fashion dresses which I bought for nobody & literally one of these baddies landing on my dick would change my life for better,
fuck this, I'm thinking about REVENGE, I'm full of ANGER, RAGE, SADNESS, AND BEING INCEL IS KILLING ME, I cannot believe how EVERY SINGLE GUY outside in Iran is with a baddie yet I'm lonely as fuck
all I see every night I go out to cry and drive around thinking about why I'm an Incel I see these hot, surgerymaxxed whores with these obnoxious men, overweight, balding, short, and ZERO SENSE OF STYLE, meanwhile I'm rotting in my high-fashion dresses which I bought for nobody & literally one of these baddies landing on my dick would change my life for better,
fuck this, I'm thinking about REVENGE, I'm full of ANGER, RAGE, SADNESS, AND BEING INCEL IS KILLING ME, I cannot believe how EVERY SINGLE GUY outside in Iran is with a baddie yet I'm lonely as fuck