100% of life is about sex. The clothes you wear, sex. The job you have, for sex. The house you have, for sex. The car you drive, for sex. Everything is

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100% of life is about s**. The clothes you wear, s**. The job you have, for s**. The house you have, for s**. The car you drive, for s**. Everything is indirectly for s**. Everything is s**. The friendships you make, is for s**. Either directly or indirectly, you’re just trying to have s**, even if it’s just the chance to meet a new person.

But guess what? With my bottom of the rung s***** system and p****, like, my poor pitiful p****, my 2 skinny finger wide mini-p****-head billy club f****** piece of paper d***… piece of paper d***, from one angle it looks like wide but if you look to the side at all, there is literally nothing.

So basically, life is worthless.

Everyone else, is partying like it’s 1999, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, non-stop, and probably will for their entire lives because they’ll never get run down so much to the point where any amount of their ability to function takes a hit at all. They all got their perfect body and nothing is ever wrong with it.

100% of life is about s** but I can’t extract an iota from it, because I wasn’t born with what you need to succeed in life. And some babies are like that, some babies are born and they are strong and certain, some babies are born and they’re like me, they’re a f****** failure basically.

It’s just like the animal kingdom. You watch the documentaries. You see the monkeys walking around and stuff, you see the lonely monkeys, the failure monkeys, the wounded monkeys, the dying monkeys… not everything is a perfect genetic expression.

Like some transgenders are the like straight up hashirama saigo f****** tree monster. Some people are just born with superior genetics. Some people are better than others. It is what it is. Regardless of what the media says or what people try to say or all this other b*******, we are not equal.

It’s just sad… like the guy sitting on the sideline of life that just can’t REALLY hack it because he has a small d***.

I might as well just try to purchase like a tiny a** piece of land, put a small hut on it, and just f****** do crazy illegal s*** or something. I mean if I can’t get anything out of s** because I’m the bottom-rung and bottom-rung is basically just a resource to be exploited by the “haves” of this equation, our blood is used to power the machine for them to live and have a great life, while we suffer. And they smile while they talk to us, to show that they “care” but it’s like crocodile tears, they don’t really care. They’re too busy enjoying their great f****** lives and it’s just a waste of time to care about lesser people that literally cannot fathom because they’re forever stuck with their lesser and inferior bodies.

It’s like if s** is the point of life, but there is no point of s**…. then you got to do something to pass the f****** time.

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I’m a female, nineteen years old, nothing special about me tbh although I seem to be a lot interesting to guys twice my age. I’m not that attractive but I was almost raped by my cousin when I was eight. I’m an only child and that’s my misery, everyone thinks I’m spoiled while I’m broke. I was raised by my mother, being a burden and a debt to her but I was unaware that after I grow up, I’ll have to repay everything. My mother sold her body in order to earn money, about which I always knew because there were a lot of men and women who visited the house we lived in, I decided to stay silent about it and nobody knew where my father is, my mother said he’s a bad guy. I turned fifteen and my mother introduced me to a man in his thirties, who has a wife and a child already. I was against it, but she said that he won’t be having s*x with me, he’ll just touch and groom me until I get into adulthood but nightmare came soon. She fell into poverty and made me have s** with him, that night is hunting and painful, I can still feel the pain in my private part when I remember it, I bled a lot, my innocence was took away from me at sixteen. After that, my mother showed me to two more men, introduced me to them, made me sleep with them for money, saying that it’s all for my future. F*ck you mother.