I hate to be THAT person, but I just have to get this off my chest. I'm so fucking horny and I'm tired of being single. I just want a man who will kiss my neck and ram his dick into me so hard that my hips get bruises. Or I want a woman who will touch every inch of my body with her soft hands and suffocate me with her thighs when she sits on my face. I just want a loving partner who will fuck the living daylights out of me. Is that too much to ask?
I'm gonna be honest here, when people discuss incels they always take the cream of the shit-crop as example. Trust me, I've been at the point of unquestioned selfhatred and involuntary celibacy, and I can asure you that most of these people are just really sad, do not feel entitled nor hold any unreasonable grudges against anyone other than theirself. Maybe I take the term "Incel" too loose, but to take the delusioned fools that have stared into the abyss of hatred and theoretical social-research as the prime example of an incel is like using a neonazi as the example for a conservative.
I am really anxious, to the point of being dizzy and shaking for a month before my exams started. It's my second week of my seconfd year in university and my stomach hurts every day. I'm studying what I love and have wanted to study for years but it's different. When I was in high school, I was one of the best students. All maths and physics teachers were saying that I'm going to become a good scientist, that I'm very clever, that I'm unique. And I believed them. I really thought I was unique. And then I got into uni, where many people are much more clever than me, they have achieved and continue achieving much more than I have or ever will and it makes me sad and mad. Physics and maths is my life. It's what I'm good at. There's literally nothing else. I have a few hobbies but I'm not really good at them. I've been writing a book for like 5 years and I'm still at 200pages. I used to play guitar but I haven't really played in 2 years, although I always say I'll start playing again. I draw but my drawings suck almost all of the time and I newer finish half the things I start. Physics and maths is all I have, it's what I thought I was good at, what I want to dedicate my life to, but now I realize, I'm not good enough for that. I want to be great, I want to learn and discover but there are so many people better than me. And that makes me feel bad and more stressed. I usually ignore all this and go on with my life as if everything is OK but thee are some times that I feel really awful. I feel useless and numb and empty and sometimes I can't even cry. I'm thinking of seeing a therapist but I'm worried. I think that I'm subconsciously causing all that for attention and because I'm too afraid or not motivated enough to try, and because of this I think I don't deserve to go to a therapist. Also I'm afraid of what they'll say. They'll see how awful of a person I am, they'll see the true me, the me that even I don't want to see, and I can't do that. I can't show to anyone how I really am I don't even know how I really am. I don't know. I only know I'm selfish, because I'm a bad person but I still stay close to my friends and I don't deserve them. I don't know what's going on and honestly I'm too afraid to find out. I'm used to just ignoring everything and having a few days of a mental breakdown a year but now they're much more often. What the fuck do I do with my life
I had a nightmare that I was kidnapped and made to participate in a lesbian orgy, which in itself wouldn't have been that bad, but MY SISTERS WERE THERE TOO.
i have two papers due tomorrow and here i am watching porn like usual
EXPLICIT I fantasize about my crush degrading me and fucking my mouth or my pussy as hard as he wants to. What can I say, I want him to feel ecstasy and I want to feel useful.
when I get really upset I cut myself and find random men to have sex with. I’m 20 and I don’t see myself living long. I was repeatedly raped as a child and I carry that weight every day. I can’t sleep at night. I have no female friends. my guy friends are only my friends because they want to have sex with me. I live check to check. I’ve only had one boyfriend in the past who cheated on me. I’m only alive because my mother would probably kill herself if she found out I killed myself and I can’t do that to her. I have no motivation to do anything. my boyfriend just broke up with me so I’m alone again. I wish I was able to hate.
Dear classmate, can you please forget what I look like and that I exist to begin with thanks bye
I'm just gonna say it, I wish my boobs were bigger. I'm embarrassed that I feel this way.
how can people claim to be accepting of everyone and yet the second someone has a difference of opinion to them, they bash them on social media and say their disgusting/aweful human beings and deserve to die, get run over, get the shit beat out of them, etc. thats not accepting. thats more damaging than the people you claim to be against.