I’ll never get to taste a woman’s lips, I’ll never get to feel her hands or run my locks through her luscious locks, because I’m an autistic incel p************ who’ll probably commit suicide by 25 if everything goes well. Every Stacy I come across on the internet doesn’t understand my plight because they’re too blindsided by the amount of dicks in their eyes. No woman wants to deal with someone so ugly and pathetic because they are only here to window shop. Living for the moment is just window shopping, they don’t want to miss a 6ft2 hunk of f****** dolphin d*** do they? Why should I care about being in the moment when I can’t window shop for the things listed above? Living in the moment is reserved for monks who never had to deal with foids and for attractive hunks such as Chris Hemsworth.