When you’re an incel, everything is pointless and devoid of all hope and meaning. It’s like roaming around aimlessly every single day with absolutely no sense of purpose and an undercurrent of gloom and despair running through every direction.
Nothing has ever changed and nothing ever will change. Three years ago, when I first found this forum through r/IncelsWithoutHate (there’s a reason we were introduced to this community in the first place; most other places sugarcoated the reality we faced and weren't as extreme as our own lives, therefore we weren’t able to connect to them on an introspective level), I hesitated on joining; only lurked once or twice every three months or so. I thought maybe I should try to give myself some time before signing up.
Well, that time has passed and did anything change? Of course fucking not. Nothing changed in the span of three years, nothing will change in the next three years and neither will it ever change in the next three years that comes after and little before you fucking know it, a decade has passed, you’re still in the same place as you were before, and now you’re fatter, balder, uglier, and you’ve most likely lost most things held dear.
Not a single day goes by that I don’t ask myself what the fuck am I doing with everything? Why am I even here? Should I be somewhere else? Should I leave the house and feel pain? Should I stay in and say fuck all and NEET all day and feel pain? Should I do ANYthing or nothing at all and feel pain???
This is what the core issue of inceldom is. NOTHING PANS OUT. NOTHING WORKS OUT. NOTHING WILL EVER MANIFEST ITSELF FOR YOU TO HOLD ONTO.
It’s like a limbo. The life of an incel is not hell, that belongs to a functioning normie, ours is more comparable to an actual limbo. You’re always STUCK in between and there is no fucking way out.
It’s like a tunnel that never ends with lights that never go out or a train that never stops and a destination that will never show up.
It’s not sad, it’s empty. It’s not tragic, it’s empty. It’s not heartbreaking, it’s empty. It’s not distressing, it’s empty. It’s not traumatic, it’s empty. It’s not unfortunate, it’s empty.
Nothing has ever changed and nothing ever will change. Three years ago, when I first found this forum through r/IncelsWithoutHate (there’s a reason we were introduced to this community in the first place; most other places sugarcoated the reality we faced and weren't as extreme as our own lives, therefore we weren’t able to connect to them on an introspective level), I hesitated on joining; only lurked once or twice every three months or so. I thought maybe I should try to give myself some time before signing up.
Well, that time has passed and did anything change? Of course fucking not. Nothing changed in the span of three years, nothing will change in the next three years and neither will it ever change in the next three years that comes after and little before you fucking know it, a decade has passed, you’re still in the same place as you were before, and now you’re fatter, balder, uglier, and you’ve most likely lost most things held dear.
Not a single day goes by that I don’t ask myself what the fuck am I doing with everything? Why am I even here? Should I be somewhere else? Should I leave the house and feel pain? Should I stay in and say fuck all and NEET all day and feel pain? Should I do ANYthing or nothing at all and feel pain???
This is what the core issue of inceldom is. NOTHING PANS OUT. NOTHING WORKS OUT. NOTHING WILL EVER MANIFEST ITSELF FOR YOU TO HOLD ONTO.
It’s like a limbo. The life of an incel is not hell, that belongs to a functioning normie, ours is more comparable to an actual limbo. You’re always STUCK in between and there is no fucking way out.
It’s like a tunnel that never ends with lights that never go out or a train that never stops and a destination that will never show up.
It’s not sad, it’s empty. It’s not tragic, it’s empty. It’s not heartbreaking, it’s empty. It’s not distressing, it’s empty. It’s not traumatic, it’s empty. It’s not unfortunate, it’s empty.
