returnofthecutecel
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Not a glow-up story.
Not a cope.
This is a sonic time capsule from someone who never made it.
I’m 23. Still a khhv. Never kissed, never touched.
No social life, no friends, no memories worth revisiting—except childhood. That was the last time I felt like a real person.
School? Constant bullying. Nicknames, isolation. Girls? Never a chance.
Now? Stuck in academic hell, invisible to foids, aging out while normies laugh at memes I don’t even get anymore.
I made this trance set as a tribute. Not to the future.
To the past.
It’s an hour-long trance set built from emotional tracks that remind me of recess, lonely schoolyards, late-night PS2 loading screens, classroom windows when the sun was warm and everything still felt possible.
Thumbnail: An empty classroom. Because that’s where I became invisible.
No edits. No filters. Just raw nostalgia and vibes.
Made for the subhuman tier.
For the terminally blackpilled.
For the ones who never had a chance.
If you relate, leave a comment or just listen. That’s enough.
Because not all of us are here to mog. Some of us just want a voice. Even if no one's listening.
Not a cope.
This is a sonic time capsule from someone who never made it.
I’m 23. Still a khhv. Never kissed, never touched.
No social life, no friends, no memories worth revisiting—except childhood. That was the last time I felt like a real person.
School? Constant bullying. Nicknames, isolation. Girls? Never a chance.
Now? Stuck in academic hell, invisible to foids, aging out while normies laugh at memes I don’t even get anymore.
I made this trance set as a tribute. Not to the future.
To the past.
It’s an hour-long trance set built from emotional tracks that remind me of recess, lonely schoolyards, late-night PS2 loading screens, classroom windows when the sun was warm and everything still felt possible.
Thumbnail: An empty classroom. Because that’s where I became invisible.
No edits. No filters. Just raw nostalgia and vibes.
Made for the subhuman tier.
For the terminally blackpilled.
For the ones who never had a chance.
If you relate, leave a comment or just listen. That’s enough.
Because not all of us are here to mog. Some of us just want a voice. Even if no one's listening.
