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It’s a fear of the unknown with me.

Some people are not sure about me, most people aren’t and that’s intentional. Really, most people’s lives are not worth mine, my time my energy, I’m doing alright in my own ways, more thanks few ways, getting better too, I just want to be left alone, or at least to my current life, navigating life or at the very least not around them. Or in contact, or have even a connection. You know what I mean? Like say you are an ex girlfriend, and I am not fond of her. My mind is made up, I don’t trust, or even like her, my hands are washed, I’m f****** done with her. BUT her being the f****** c*** she is, instead of realizing her mistakes and the reasons that we are no longer anything, I mean anything, she can’t let it go, she needs to be in the loop and know what’s going on with me what I’m up to. The worst thing that b**** can do, is find a way into one of my current circle, behind my back causing problems using puppets and monkeys. That will not mend anything. I’ll pull away further and maybe become more scary. That’s a b**** who needs to believe I will f****** kill her if I ever so much as smell her near me again. Not that I will kill her, but the uncertainty is what is important. That’s good fear. Repellant. I dont really give a f*** about it, I don’t want to make them not afraid of me, I don’t feel like a creep, it’s good. I don’t get a kick out of it, that just happens with some people. I laugh out loud, bust out laughing if I hear, someone tells me certain people afraid of me because to me it’s a bullseye. I don’t like them, probably never did. Some people would get offended or feel down if they find out someone, anyone is afraid of them, I laugh my a** of if it’s a certain person or people.

I would rather just let certain other people soak it in, stew in their contribution to the fact that I resign and throw the whole thing away without any sign of coming back. No desire. No interest, I don’t even care what, when, how, where. I did at one, now I couldn’t give a s*** less. Other people I hold nothing against know what happened and hopefully every once I’ve in a while at least a few other people look around and ask “why the f*** would you do that?” Why? Well I know it was a lack of consideration and respect combined with the fact that it’s just part of their nature. Then dynamic of the relationship was out of wack, always was. It’s what they are, so the way to correct that is to nip it in the bud, and just walk. You can’t fix that. I dont want to call it a hierarchy, but yeah. It was out of wack in a few ways for a few logically reasons. The punishment is everyone loses me because I’m a self respecting man. I can’t have that. Which should trigger somewhat of a gross feeling in that group if anyone ever gave a s*** in the first place. It’s kind of a******, but whatever… it’s like a passive aggressive kind of way to deal with this kind of s***. Not saying that’s the way it is, but it’s my aim.

While they stay away from me and vice versa because “I’m dangerous” I don’t really care tbh.

New Confession

I am a 25-year-old virgin still trapped in my parents’ house, and I am putting my absolute darkest secret out into the open because I feel like I was reincarnated just to suffer. My life is a complete joke, and everything cucks me. I feel like I lost all purpose, and honestly, the only things holding me back from ending it are my parents and the social pressure and humiliation. I just want my own place to finally try out stuff like alcohol or hookers, or to get myself brutally dominated just to see if it makes me feel whole. But I get so cucked I cannot even leave the house outside of work or come a minute too late at home, and it is so draining.

Look at the architecture of who built me. My immigrant parents brought me here, couldn’t teach me the language, and threw me into special education where I was branded, bullied, and broken. The school bullies destroyed my self-worth. Even worse was a girl back then who publicly humiliated me while I wore track pants, sticking her finger slightly inside my b*** in front of others and then smelling it, while her profile bio literally said Alhamduillah, f*** her. Look at the adults who warped me: a mean babysitter who dominated me, and two female therapists in their 30s who had me lie on the ground, trampled me with their feet, and talked about how strong I am and how much weight I could take. That planted a sickness in me.

Look at my first crush who completely humiliated me, rejecting the necklace I got her and telling me to bring it to a reunion, calling me her sissy, and screenshotting my confession of love to send to her friends. I curse every single second and minute I wasted waiting for her texts. Then there was that female coworker with the age gap, my exact type. We had fun shifts, but she was a b**** who used me, made me do her bidding, and then replaced me. After she got the ick from learning too much about me, she isolated me, made others believe I had a crush on her, got me bullied, and drove me to call in sick until I got another job. I still stalk her profile pictures, freeze up when I see her, block and delete chats, and use AI to generate pictures of us out of sheer obsession.

My brain is a disaster. I have undiagnosed ADHD, autism, and aphantasia, meaning I cannot even properly visualize the opportunities I try to manifest. I cannot tie shoes, read a clock, or do basic math, which makes me feel retarded. I am right wing leaning against migration. I am literally the same race as these pieces of s*** out there raising the birth rates, mistreating women, and acting like gang rapists, but I am so cucked and useless. I hate my name, my culture, everything. I am smart enough to understand how backwards we are, even psy-opping myself with a BNWO fetish and plapping.

P*** addiction started early and completely destroyed my masculinity, sinking me into deep depression. I try to quit, I try to lose weight, but every time I try to improve, people trigger me. Everyone abuses me, uses me, and blocks me. I cant even move out because my parents get a panic attack, yet they expect me to marry and give them grandkids while they cuck me to oblivion. It all feels so cruel. I don’t even have any friends, even that was not wanted. I don’t even know how or if I can fix myself. Maybe putting this out here will change something, because this is my ultimate secret.

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