I was a bluepilled dude who fell head over heels for this whore...
She was 4'11'', petite, really cute and all, I don't know how I can rate her honestly because for me she was a 10/10 for me. At first she was super nice with me, a soul of gold. Like a Disney princess or something (what my fragile ass thought) she was my ideal type. We started as friends and connected because we had same interest. I was in love in a month or so, and I told myself she was going to be mine.
Obviously my fucktard friends supported me in pursuing her. So I watched those videos of being alpha male and shit and how to get the girl, those fucking scammers that are plagues on YouTube and those fucking sluts that give advice to guys and tell us constantly that "LoOkS dOn'T mAtTeR, wE oNlY wAnT nIcE gUyS" rhetoric. The philosophy of the bluepilled honestly, I don't know how else to describe it. I literally did everything for her, bought her luxuries out of my construction job money, was there for her when her father died, listened to every problem and gave her my genuine advice and was like her prince because I gave her gifts bought or made out of hand.
Let me just... *honk honk* my fucking clown nose because I really was a clown, it is just so embarrassing
So anyways, that fateful day came where I was going to confess her, so I told her I wanted to talk to her privately and shit. We went to a corner in the high school ground and confessed everything. Poured everything out, got vulnerable with her and... no. I dry ass no. She literally changed character with me, her sweet demeanor was gone just like that, and I just went cold. Wanted to burst out crying like a little bitch, not going to lie. Everything I did for her out of the gutter. But I had my bluepilled mentality so I desperately told her if we could be friends and yeah... that didn't work. She gave me the excuse that yes I was really nice and all but she wasn't ready for a relationship because of x or y reason. And like a fool I just comprehended her.
I didn't move on nor given up, again I went to those scammers to see what could I do to get her back since she said she wanted to preserve our friendship but it was fizzling out. And then, that day came.
Where she presented us to her new boyfriend, a fucking 6'5'' basketball player giga alpha fucking male with the looks of a eurocentric model. Everybody was so happy for her, even my fucktard friends. I was more than distraught. i felt betrayed, used, humiliated, I can't describe it, I went down like a fucking statue.
So I went into this period where I was wondering what the fuck did I do wrong? and yeah... looked at myself and I am a fucking ugly ass hobbit. And realized that everything that was taught to me was a fucking facade. Call this my villain origin story or whatever the fuck, I just was never the same after that day.
Do I keep being my asshole hermit self or should I just move on and find hope? ... Although I think the last one is not even a fucking option.
She was 4'11'', petite, really cute and all, I don't know how I can rate her honestly because for me she was a 10/10 for me. At first she was super nice with me, a soul of gold. Like a Disney princess or something (what my fragile ass thought) she was my ideal type. We started as friends and connected because we had same interest. I was in love in a month or so, and I told myself she was going to be mine.
Obviously my fucktard friends supported me in pursuing her. So I watched those videos of being alpha male and shit and how to get the girl, those fucking scammers that are plagues on YouTube and those fucking sluts that give advice to guys and tell us constantly that "LoOkS dOn'T mAtTeR, wE oNlY wAnT nIcE gUyS" rhetoric. The philosophy of the bluepilled honestly, I don't know how else to describe it. I literally did everything for her, bought her luxuries out of my construction job money, was there for her when her father died, listened to every problem and gave her my genuine advice and was like her prince because I gave her gifts bought or made out of hand.
Let me just... *honk honk* my fucking clown nose because I really was a clown, it is just so embarrassing
So anyways, that fateful day came where I was going to confess her, so I told her I wanted to talk to her privately and shit. We went to a corner in the high school ground and confessed everything. Poured everything out, got vulnerable with her and... no. I dry ass no. She literally changed character with me, her sweet demeanor was gone just like that, and I just went cold. Wanted to burst out crying like a little bitch, not going to lie. Everything I did for her out of the gutter. But I had my bluepilled mentality so I desperately told her if we could be friends and yeah... that didn't work. She gave me the excuse that yes I was really nice and all but she wasn't ready for a relationship because of x or y reason. And like a fool I just comprehended her.
I didn't move on nor given up, again I went to those scammers to see what could I do to get her back since she said she wanted to preserve our friendship but it was fizzling out. And then, that day came.
Where she presented us to her new boyfriend, a fucking 6'5'' basketball player giga alpha fucking male with the looks of a eurocentric model. Everybody was so happy for her, even my fucktard friends. I was more than distraught. i felt betrayed, used, humiliated, I can't describe it, I went down like a fucking statue.
So I went into this period where I was wondering what the fuck did I do wrong? and yeah... looked at myself and I am a fucking ugly ass hobbit. And realized that everything that was taught to me was a fucking facade. Call this my villain origin story or whatever the fuck, I just was never the same after that day.
Do I keep being my asshole hermit self or should I just move on and find hope? ... Although I think the last one is not even a fucking option.
