The last time I was truly happy was in kindergarten. 
Congrats if you made it all the way to the end.
Anyway, that's my story. What's yours?
- Little ugly kid with weird hair, weird clothes, and Asperger's Syndrome
- Had no friends
- Unwillingly fell victim to a 4th grade playground bully
- Every day, him and his friends would corner me at recess and either mock me or shove me around for fun
- Some kids were entertained by it, and the teachers just turned a blind eye, but they never failed to discipline me for retaliating
- One day, I started fighting back against one of them, and a teacher came to diffuse the situation
- A girl who was watching lied to the teacher saying that I started the fight first
- Teacher said to another one "[Girl] said that he started it and I know that [girl] would never lie to me, so he's going to the principal's office."
- I was too scared to tell my family, so they just thought I was a bad kid
- The bullying went on until I finally snapped. One day, my bully taunted me and walked away, then I chased after him, jumped on his back and started punching him in the head with all my might. My face was red as I let out a blood-curdling scream.
- A teacher came and pulled me off of him. I remember covering my face and sobbing uncontrollably at how unfair my life was, but that fat cunt teacher didn't show me any sympathy.
- My bully saw that as a green light to do whatever he wanted, so him and his friends continued, and even started getting kids my age to join in.
- One day, they got a smaller kid to push me into a metal fence, making everyone laugh. As my bully was about to pick me up, I felt and heard him get pulled off of me. I then heard an angry voice yelling at them and saw them running away. Had a teacher finally done something right?
- Nope. It was my older brother. He was the only one in the entire school who felt like helping me.
- Thankfully, they never bullied me again.
- Because of the psychological damage my bullies caused, I started to become the bad kid that all the adults thought I was. I often ran around challenging kids to fight, and the teachers never failed to discipline me.
- Of course, when you're ugly and violent, people just hate you more, so I never really had any friends.
- I didn't discriminate by gender in my attacks. One time, a girl took a ball from me at recess, so I threw sand at her eyes.
- That night, my Chad father yelled at me and said "I can't believe that you assaulted a girl!"
- I was so confused because I didn't yet know that society had a double standard for that kind of stuff.
- I also started getting annoyed at seeing a bunch of pro-women's rights commercials on a children's TV channel, wondering why there weren't the same commercials for boys.
- I eventually realized that being violent was only causing me problems (unlike my bullies) and stopped.
- Other kids noticed how soft I had become, so they started trying to provoke me to attack them, but I never did.
- I also had another bully: my older sister.
- She would often tease me, mess with my toys, and put me in a headlock for no reason. My parents, like my teachers, turned a blind eye to it and sometimes even laughed at it.
- One day, when I became strong enough, I wrestled myself away from her and gave her the hardest slap across her face as humanly possible.
- Both my mother and her went from laughing to shocked. So shocked that I was willing to hit a girl to defend myself.
- She later apologized to me and complimented me on the hit, and she's been kind and respectful to me ever since. (Now that I think about it, this is a huge blackpill: women only respond positively to violence and nothing else)
- I also got my first crush in the 3rd grade, ahead of all the other boys. I didn't know what sex was yet, but all I could imagine doing was kissing her on the lips. Because of the glamorization of the "first kiss" in children's sitcoms, I started to wonder when mine would be.
- In 4th grade, kids started doing stuff called "dating". I still can't imagine how weird it would have been at that age, nevertheless, it existed.
- I was socially bullied by a group of popular boys. Every day at lunch, they'd insult me in front of the whole class and everyone would laugh, however if I insulted them back, there was dead silence.
- One of them kicked a soccer ball at my face in gym class, and everyone laughed - even the fucking teacher.
- One time, I insulted him by calling him gay. He responded with "How can I be gay if I've already dated [girl I had a crush on]?". My first mogging ever.
- I was also terrible at sports despite practicing a lot. Being bullied by my teammates didn't help.
- In 5th grade, a popular future Chad befriended me and eventually got everyone else to stop hating me.
- Trusting him, I told him the name of the girl I had a crush on.
- He immediately betrayed my trust by telling one of his friends. His friend then told all the boys in my class, then a girl found out and told my crush.
- She called me "gross".
- In middle school, I noticed a lot more intermingling between boys and girls.
- Naively thinking that befriending a girl was the way to a relationship, I became an orbiter to multiple girls I liked.
- I also befriended a Chad-lite. One of my first major blackpills was seeing how girls treated him vs how they treated me. They'd talk and laugh with him right beside me, and I was invisible unless I interjected, but even then I only got one-word answers and went back to being invisible.
- By 7th grade, most Chads and some normies had already kissed girls.
- I eventually got the courage to ask a female "friend" out on a lunch date. She said "maybe", ghosted me, and never talked to me again.
- In the summer after 7th grade, I went to a summer camp. As was the norm in my life, I was bullied by people I hardly even knew.
- I was asked if I had ever kissed a girl. I said "no" and one girl said "How have you never kissed a girl at 13? I've already had sex and I'm 14!"
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- Because of that, I thought to myself "Am I really behind my peers on this sort of stuff?", but I didn't worry too much about it.
- In 8th grade, some Becky who hated me for some reason told me that I'll "be a virgin for a long time".
- That pissed me off severely, so I viciously insulted her with just about every expletive in the English language.
- Unsurprisingly, everybody took her side and white-knighted me into oblivion.
- I was officially hated by everyone again.
- Not too long afterwards, a Chad stole my phone from my desk when the teacher was out of the room. Deciding I had enough of being bullied and walked all over by everyone, I attacked him. We fought for a little bit before I got the upper hand and wrestled him to the ground. As I was on top of him and punching his face, his friends pulled me off of him. He had a black eye, and I walked away spitting blood.
- Since history is written by the majority, everyone said that he was the one who beat me and that I "ran away" from him bleeding. From then on I was "the kid who got punched out".
- The word "autistic" was starting to be used as an insult at the time. When I insulted a kid by calling him autistic, someone else said "coming from the one who has Asperger's!"
- I was in severe shock. I had told nobody about my diagnosis, so I had a million questions. How did he know? Who else knows? Does everyone know?
- Knowing that my reputation was tarnished beyond the point of no return, I decided to go to high school in a completely different neighborhood.
- Although most boys had already kissed girls by this time, and some Chads were even having sex, I wasn't too concerned about still being a kissless virgin, since I blamed it on my bad reputation in middle school.
- Excited about a fresh start at a completely new school, I was extremely confident that I'd be able to at least get my first kiss. After all, I knew what not to do: don't fall into the friendzone, and don't make enemies. Older adults had told me that I was "handsome", so I was totally gonna get girls in high school, right?
- When I went to the training camp for the high school football team, I heard all the Chads talking about all the parties, all the girls they fucked, and all the nude photos that girls sent them. It made me super excited. I was all but certain that I'd get my first kiss soon.
- On the first day of school, I was determined to have my first kiss before the year was out, it seemed realistic at the time.
- When I entered the classroom, I faked confidence and sat next to two Stacies. One of them awkwardly waved at me, but I thought it was genuine and said hi back.
- I made a few friends throughout the day, and in my last class, one girl bumped into me, and I was immediately in love with her and her twin sister.
- Over the next few weeks, one of the Stacies would flirt with me every second day (yes I noticed the pattern), but if I ever made a move back, she acted creeped out and distanced herself.
- One day, I heard her talking about fellating her senior boyfriend in his car. I could tell that she knew it was within earshot of me.
- For a while, she would sometimes flirt with me, but treat me like a creep if I flirted back. (I now realize why she did this, she wanted me as a beta-orbiter while she fucked Chad.) I eventually started ignoring her.
- Meanwhile, one of my so-called "friends" told me that one of the twin girls liked me.
- I was skeptical at first, but heard him say "You like [Sadness]!" and saw her laugh.
- I decided to go for it and texted her.
- She was giving low-effort replies and bringing the conversation nowhere, so I just decided to say "Anyway [friend] said you liked me lol".
- She replied "lol sorry but I don't".
- Back to square one.
- I noticed that most of the guys who got girls hung out with the popular kids.
- I decided to try to befriend them. I managed to hang out with them for a day at lunch, and thought it went well.
- The next day, I approached some of them, and one said "Oh no are you gonna follow us again?" and the other said "Yeah get lost, [Sadness].".
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- During the last months of freshman year, I was trying to meet girls through Snapchat (Oldcels, Snapchat the social media app that all zoomers use).
- Seeing all the crazy parties and social gatherings that I wasn't invited to was making me really mad.
- I started to snap with one hot junior girl, but she ghosted me when I sent a picture of my face.
- At the end of freshman year, I became really depressed. I wondered how my 8th grade self would have reacted if I had told him that I was still a kissless virgin after a whole year of high school. I laughed at how naive I was.
- I then realized that I had liked girls since I was 8 years old and I was still nowhere close to even kissing one.
- I coincidentally discovered MGTOW thanks to YouTube comments sections. I looked them up, thought they were gay as fuck and laughed at their ideology.
- I looked up their Encyclopedia Dramatica article and it falsely called Elliot Rodger a MGTOW.
- I found out more about Elliot Rodger, read his manifesto, and realized how well I could relate to him.
- I eventually discovered /r/incels and lurked the subreddit, slowly swallowing the blackpill. I took a bunch of pictures of my face and realized how ugly I really was.
- Sophomore year started, hearing Chads talk about girls made me angry.
- My only real friend (normie) got a girlfriend (she approached him and said "You're really hot!"), so I was stuck eating alone in the bathrooms at lunch.
- /r/incels got banned, so I registered with incels.me
- I still had faint hope that I wasn't ugly. I tried to hit up all the girls in my grade on Snapchat, but they all ignored me.
- I became fully blackpilled.
- Sophomore and junior year were a blur of isolation, depression, rejection, and female scorn. My lifetime rejection count is 21.
- Just started my senior year a couple weeks ago, probably won't have a prom date. Telling anyone that I'm a kissless virgin now would be social suicide.
- Life is shit.
Anyway, that's my story.
What's yours?
