This is my take on what would be a fakecel essay, and what would be a truecel essay:
Fakecel: I am a NEET 40 year old male, and I seriously hate females! I feel entitled to sex, because I have a nice personality and I have tons of NEETbux. I hate females for not giving me sex even though I deserve it! I am a KHV, I have approached 363 woman in my life (including coworkers) and have been rejected by every single one. I seriously think we need to take foids rights away!
Truecel: I had always walked to school by myself since second grade (if I recall correctly), neither mom nor dad bothered with anything related to me at all. I remember in sixth being invited to one of my classmate's birthday party and it was out of pity (since he had invited the entire class except for me) and I had to bear the loneliness that followed then, was absolutely sidetracked and just sat there with my drink on the sofa as the only person that had given me any attention was his elder sister, which was out of pity given how she had seen me being here in the corner with no one but myself. Eventually I had to walk back home by myself before it ended because I was so physically repulsed and embarrassed by my own actions. Lone cinema on a valentine's day (I didn't realize it was so at the time) too and I got horribly kicked out because I wasn't accompanying a "couple". Even my laughably awful suicide attempt I was entirely alone, I had cut my wrists vertically along and was noticeably bleeding as it kept dripping on the floor, few moments before I passed out I called my mom because I was scared and wanted her to help me and well... she just coldly replied to me saying I was trying to get her attention and to hang up. I just bursted out crying before passing out... I surprisingly lived and just passed out for 12 hours on my floor, and this was when I felt most lonely. I felt like I was falling endlessly through the realms of outter space, just pitting into the void aimlessly. I just sat there pondering everything around me and I couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Sorry if I sound like a faggot, I just can't help with this memory. (that was a copy and pasted, i didn’t write that)
I remember that I copy and pasted this truecel biography from 4chan a couple months ago, and I decided to share this (true) story with you guys
Fakecel: I am a NEET 40 year old male, and I seriously hate females! I feel entitled to sex, because I have a nice personality and I have tons of NEETbux. I hate females for not giving me sex even though I deserve it! I am a KHV, I have approached 363 woman in my life (including coworkers) and have been rejected by every single one. I seriously think we need to take foids rights away!
Truecel: I had always walked to school by myself since second grade (if I recall correctly), neither mom nor dad bothered with anything related to me at all. I remember in sixth being invited to one of my classmate's birthday party and it was out of pity (since he had invited the entire class except for me) and I had to bear the loneliness that followed then, was absolutely sidetracked and just sat there with my drink on the sofa as the only person that had given me any attention was his elder sister, which was out of pity given how she had seen me being here in the corner with no one but myself. Eventually I had to walk back home by myself before it ended because I was so physically repulsed and embarrassed by my own actions. Lone cinema on a valentine's day (I didn't realize it was so at the time) too and I got horribly kicked out because I wasn't accompanying a "couple". Even my laughably awful suicide attempt I was entirely alone, I had cut my wrists vertically along and was noticeably bleeding as it kept dripping on the floor, few moments before I passed out I called my mom because I was scared and wanted her to help me and well... she just coldly replied to me saying I was trying to get her attention and to hang up. I just bursted out crying before passing out... I surprisingly lived and just passed out for 12 hours on my floor, and this was when I felt most lonely. I felt like I was falling endlessly through the realms of outter space, just pitting into the void aimlessly. I just sat there pondering everything around me and I couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Sorry if I sound like a faggot, I just can't help with this memory. (that was a copy and pasted, i didn’t write that)
I remember that I copy and pasted this truecel biography from 4chan a couple months ago, and I decided to share this (true) story with you guys
