>>12763579you will never have sex. You have no charisma, you have no social skills, you have no qualities. You are an uninteresting man twisted by drugs, the ingernet and gooning. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your nerd appearance behind closed doors.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed them to sniff out incel freaks with incredible efficiency. Even with the best efforts, you look disgusting and unworthy of affection to a woman. Your receding chin is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk woman home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she sees your micropenis and acne. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name and body count, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a virgin loser is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is nothing.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
