accelerationist
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From an early age i already knew it was over, i remember when i was 14 looking into a mirror that i had in my room. I looked really close into my face and saw how disgusting i really looked, deformed skull, cystic acne. I looked at myself and for a good few minutes i just tried to force myself into seeing something different, i began to cry shortly after and like a little bitch i started throwing shit around in my room. After that was done nothing had changed, i still felt that same anger, not relieved- fore i still feel it to this day
I had no chance at life, I have no chance at life. I am not part of this reality, all i can do is fantasize of being something else. And its what you and i have been doing since the very first day we looked at ourselves and had to face this reality which rejects us.
I had no chance at life, I have no chance at life. I am not part of this reality, all i can do is fantasize of being something else. And its what you and i have been doing since the very first day we looked at ourselves and had to face this reality which rejects us.
