Caelus
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Seriously, nevermind the fucking oldcel honestly, how the hell can there be ‘ascension’ for even the late20cel?
Buddy boyos. Umm. Hate to be the bearer of bad news and all, but once you've completed this sad and miserable undertaking of having your head up your own ass in an attempt at self-improvement and have reached a certain mental stage, after an accumulative period of loneliness, suffering, suppression, humiliation, and bullying, being with a foid will only make you feel sadder and more resentful of everything.
I guarantee you this. This isn’t me being teenlovepilled now, this is common sense. The second you ascend? The first thing that’s gonna pop into your head is utter void, the absolute paralyzation, this sudden cold, ruthless feeling of just how many years you have missed out on your life. The time that was wasted. The life that was thrown away against your will.
You will only feel hopeless. Hopeless upon realizing that it did indeed miraculously save you from all your mental health issues, all your self-doubts, all your wallowing in your misery, all your torments, all your suicidal thoughts (which will be vanishing into thin air, poof) and how you didn’t get to have it sooner, how you went through a large chunk of your life without having it, without having THAT. Without having a sense of relief. A sense of finality. A sense of “fucking finally, some comfort, something I can rely on, something I can lean on for once in my life, something to make me feel human again, something to remind me of who I am.”
It’s like the escortcels who realize that the 30 minutes for which they just finished paying comes completely free for some people, and then there’s the immediate abyss. That’s where it stares back at you. That is when you realize you will never feel whole again.
What would replace it? Anger. A lot of anger. Frustration. You will hate the foid. Oh, you will be hating the foid harder than anything. Will you hate it for “depriving” you? Well, technically, you weren’t really entitled to it to begin with, but yes, deep down, you can’t help but release the reservoir of intense hatred you had built up.
You won’t be happy at that stage. It’s too late. The clock ticked out. You had your chance. The majority of other human beings had it. Women have had it since they hit puberty. You didn’t, and that will be an endless mountain to work through. That will be your never-ending internal conflict. Your remaining hell.
Buddy boyos. Umm. Hate to be the bearer of bad news and all, but once you've completed this sad and miserable undertaking of having your head up your own ass in an attempt at self-improvement and have reached a certain mental stage, after an accumulative period of loneliness, suffering, suppression, humiliation, and bullying, being with a foid will only make you feel sadder and more resentful of everything.
I guarantee you this. This isn’t me being teenlovepilled now, this is common sense. The second you ascend? The first thing that’s gonna pop into your head is utter void, the absolute paralyzation, this sudden cold, ruthless feeling of just how many years you have missed out on your life. The time that was wasted. The life that was thrown away against your will.
You will only feel hopeless. Hopeless upon realizing that it did indeed miraculously save you from all your mental health issues, all your self-doubts, all your wallowing in your misery, all your torments, all your suicidal thoughts (which will be vanishing into thin air, poof) and how you didn’t get to have it sooner, how you went through a large chunk of your life without having it, without having THAT. Without having a sense of relief. A sense of finality. A sense of “fucking finally, some comfort, something I can rely on, something I can lean on for once in my life, something to make me feel human again, something to remind me of who I am.”
It’s like the escortcels who realize that the 30 minutes for which they just finished paying comes completely free for some people, and then there’s the immediate abyss. That’s where it stares back at you. That is when you realize you will never feel whole again.
What would replace it? Anger. A lot of anger. Frustration. You will hate the foid. Oh, you will be hating the foid harder than anything. Will you hate it for “depriving” you? Well, technically, you weren’t really entitled to it to begin with, but yes, deep down, you can’t help but release the reservoir of intense hatred you had built up.
You won’t be happy at that stage. It’s too late. The clock ticked out. You had your chance. The majority of other human beings had it. Women have had it since they hit puberty. You didn’t, and that will be an endless mountain to work through. That will be your never-ending internal conflict. Your remaining hell.