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satirecel
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Well I don't know how to continue with my current life.
Every week/day is just a copy of the last one.
After wageslaving I rot.
The weekends? I rot.
Vacation? I rot.
I even lost all motivation to play video games or do different things. My steam hours count is the lowest I ever saw.
I don't even watch series or movies, all I do is sitting in front of my computer and watch/browse the same things over and over again.
Sometimes I don't even know what month we have.
Also my feeling for the time is absolutely fucked up, wageslaving is very tough and every minute feels like an hour, but sometimes I look at the date and I'm wondering myself how we already are there, because I have simply no memory of the last days. They were all the same.
I have also zero motivation to do actually anything and after work I just want to isolate myself (I work with humans the whole day, which dries me and makes me tired, I'm also very high inhib and hate every contact with people).
Inceldom isn't probably my main problem anymore, the dimensions of this whole thing are much bigger than I ever suspected.
No one will ever come to safe me.
But who should I blame for this situation? Honestly, probably myself.
I'm trapped in a infinite cycle and there is no end in sight.
Do you know these horror pt rooms, where you walk through the same room over and over again?
This is my life.
Every week/day is just a copy of the last one.
After wageslaving I rot.
The weekends? I rot.
Vacation? I rot.
I even lost all motivation to play video games or do different things. My steam hours count is the lowest I ever saw.
I don't even watch series or movies, all I do is sitting in front of my computer and watch/browse the same things over and over again.
Sometimes I don't even know what month we have.
Also my feeling for the time is absolutely fucked up, wageslaving is very tough and every minute feels like an hour, but sometimes I look at the date and I'm wondering myself how we already are there, because I have simply no memory of the last days. They were all the same.
I have also zero motivation to do actually anything and after work I just want to isolate myself (I work with humans the whole day, which dries me and makes me tired, I'm also very high inhib and hate every contact with people).
Inceldom isn't probably my main problem anymore, the dimensions of this whole thing are much bigger than I ever suspected.
No one will ever come to safe me.
But who should I blame for this situation? Honestly, probably myself.
I'm trapped in a infinite cycle and there is no end in sight.
Do you know these horror pt rooms, where you walk through the same room over and over again?
This is my life.
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