bigantennaemay1
Aspie social drifter without purpose or home
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But that's what inceldom reduces me to, sometimes. And I hate admitting it, but I gotta do something. I'm at work, and barely able to hold back tears, I feel so damn weak. It's bullshit. And I hate the constant reminder, working alongside a bunch of happy couples, fuck sex-havers. And it's so clear the reason is genetics; what separates me from them besides my face and my autismo-fucked brain?
I hate how it wells up inside, no matter how much I fight it. Reduced to crying, like some child, or foid. Fuck life, I want out. But it won't happen, not soon enough.
I hate how it wells up inside, no matter how much I fight it. Reduced to crying, like some child, or foid. Fuck life, I want out. But it won't happen, not soon enough.