THERE IS A RAT IN MY CEILING AND I CAN'T SLEEP

[omnilegent]

THERE IS A RAT IN MY CEILING. I CAN HEAR HIM SCRATCHING, SCURRYING, MOCKING ME. I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN DAYS. EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, THE NOISE STARTS AGAIN. THIS IS PERSONAL. HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING. THIS RAT WANTS TO BREAK ME. BUT I WON’T LET HIM. I REFUSE.

BUT THEN AGAIN, WHY WOULDN’T HE TARGET ME? SOCIETY ALREADY DOES. LIFE IS A RIGGED GAME. EVERYTHING IS ABOUT LOOKS. EVEN ANIMALS CAN SENSE IT. IF I WERE A CHAD, THIS WOULDN’T BE HAPPENING. THE RAT WOULDN’T DARE. CHADS HAVE PERFECT LIVES. NO RATS. NO SUFFERING. JUST ENDLESS VALIDATION AND PEACEFUL SLEEP.

ME? I’M A SUBHUMAN. A WALKING TARGET. THE RAT KNOWS IT, SOCIETY KNOWS IT. EVERYTHING IS LOOKISM. IT ALL COMES BACK TO GENETICS. IF YOU’RE UGLY, YOU’RE DOOMED. IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY. YOU’LL ALWAYS BE LESS THAN. NO AMOUNT OF “JUST WORK HARDER BRO” WILL FIX A BAD FACE.

THE WORLD IS BLACKPILLED. IT’S ALL RIGGED AGAINST YOU UNLESS YOU HIT THE GENETIC LOTTERY. EVEN THE RAT, A SIMPLE ANIMAL, KNOWS THIS. HE MOCKS ME FROM HIS PERCH IN THE CEILING, SAFE, UNTIL I SNAP. UNTIL I LOSE IT COMPLETELY.

EVERY SCRATCH IS A REMINDER OF MY PLACE IN THIS WORLD. A REMINDER THAT NO MATTER WHAT I DO, I’LL NEVER BE ENOUGH. EVEN THE RAT LAUGHS AT ME. WHY DIDN’T GOD JUST MAKE ME A CHAD? WHY DID HE CURSE ME WITH THIS FACE, THIS LIFE? I CAN’T SLEEP. I CAN’T THINK. THE RAT WON’T LET ME.

BUT MAYBE THAT’S THE POINT. MAYBE I’M NOT MEANT TO WIN. MAYBE WE’RE ALL JUST HERE TO BE GROUND DOWN BY THE SYSTEM UNTIL WE CAN’T FIGHT ANYMORE. THE RAT KNOWS IT. HE KNOWS I’M WEAK. HE KNOWS I’M CLOSE TO BREAKING.

THE CEILING RAT IS JUST THE BEGINNING.

 

[xlimz]

over for ratcels

 

[Esky1911]

Get a Tom

 

[omnilegent]

over for ratcels

 

[piec]

Get a Tom

that nigger gon be useless

 

[hypernormie]

Relax bro I’m chadlite and used to have the same problem, you just gotta hit the ceiling with a broom a few times and scare the lil nigga he’ll chill out

 

[omnilegent]

Relax bro I’m chadlite and used to have the same problem, you just gotta hit the ceiling with a broom a few times and scare the lil nigga he’ll chill out

Did I ask about your rating nigger

 

[hypernormie]

Did I ask about your rating nigger

All Members of the 5+ PSL council must maintain social balance via control over women as dictated by Lord Gandy. When an incel notices one of more of the many nefarious weapons used against them any member of the council who witnesses is obligated to engage in any and all means of alleviating that stress to prevent the potential of an Incel Uprising™ (this includes but is not limited to lying, gaslighting, distracting, kidnapping, and even murder.) consider this a warning incel. We do not tolerate such discrimination in society. If everyone shared your bigoted views we would never have seen such great figures as Stuart Little or Mickey Mouse.

Look at this photo and think deeply about your statements. Attitudes such as yours led to it.

And remember, it doesn’t matter how beautiful you are on the outside when you are ugly on the inside.

Farewell.

-HyperNormie

 

[3links2]

Dnr schizo ramblings

 

[BlackPilled Incel]

THERE IS A RAT IN MY CEILING. I CAN HEAR HIM SCRATCHING, SCURRYING, MOCKING ME. I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN DAYS. EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, THE NOISE STARTS AGAIN. THIS IS PERSONAL. HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING. THIS RAT WANTS TO BREAK ME. BUT I WON’T LET HIM. I REFUSE.

BUT THEN AGAIN, WHY WOULDN’T HE TARGET ME? SOCIETY ALREADY DOES. LIFE IS A RIGGED GAME. EVERYTHING IS ABOUT LOOKS. EVEN ANIMALS CAN SENSE IT. IF I WERE A CHAD, THIS WOULDN’T BE HAPPENING. THE RAT WOULDN’T DARE. CHADS HAVE PERFECT LIVES. NO RATS. NO SUFFERING. JUST ENDLESS VALIDATION AND PEACEFUL SLEEP.

ME? I’M A SUBHUMAN. A WALKING TARGET. THE RAT KNOWS IT, SOCIETY KNOWS IT. EVERYTHING IS LOOKISM. IT ALL COMES BACK TO GENETICS. IF YOU’RE UGLY, YOU’RE DOOMED. IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY. YOU’LL ALWAYS BE LESS THAN. NO AMOUNT OF “JUST WORK HARDER BRO” WILL FIX A BAD FACE.

THE WORLD IS BLACKPILLED. IT’S ALL RIGGED AGAINST YOU UNLESS YOU HIT THE GENETIC LOTTERY. EVEN THE RAT, A SIMPLE ANIMAL, KNOWS THIS. HE MOCKS ME FROM HIS PERCH IN THE CEILING, SAFE, UNTIL I SNAP. UNTIL I LOSE IT COMPLETELY.

EVERY SCRATCH IS A REMINDER OF MY PLACE IN THIS WORLD. A REMINDER THAT NO MATTER WHAT I DO, I’LL NEVER BE ENOUGH. EVEN THE RAT LAUGHS AT ME. WHY DIDN’T GOD JUST MAKE ME A CHAD? WHY DID HE CURSE ME WITH THIS FACE, THIS LIFE? I CAN’T SLEEP. I CAN’T THINK. THE RAT WON’T LET ME.

BUT MAYBE THAT’S THE POINT. MAYBE I’M NOT MEANT TO WIN. MAYBE WE’RE ALL JUST HERE TO BE GROUND DOWN BY THE SYSTEM UNTIL WE CAN’T FIGHT ANYMORE. THE RAT KNOWS IT. HE KNOWS I’M WEAK. HE KNOWS I’M CLOSE TO BREAKING.

THE CEILING RAT IS JUST THE BEGINNIN

DNR, but just through a shoe at it