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I advise you to be cautious, but you can do itU trolling me or
@twinkdestroyer rep?Who gives a fuck about friends,
If you mix the baking soda with it you can get a Benz
Oh don't trust me, I have a bad reputation in hereU trolling me or
Yah your life is over, don't quote me ever again.
Oh don't trust me, I have a bad reputation in here
They paint me as a monster, strange
Can't ascend if you are depressed that is the truth!Work through ur trauma you probably won't feel any better tho if you've ascended and still aren't satisfied. Some people are hardwired better than others and that's the true blackpill
You’ll be okay hun, I’m here if you ever need to talkHello guys I just joined this forum, I know this probably isn’t the best way to start this but I just want to talk to someone who could understand me and not normies/therapist. Growing up ugly fucking ruined my life. I was a fat kid, not that fat but yeah different from the other girls in my class. Of course you would guess I got bullied and yeah that is partly true, but they did something that was even worse for me. Every time I would speak they simply ignored me or not pay attention to me, it’s like I was that UGLY that they wouldn’t even look at me/waste their time trying to make me feel bad. Though I still didn’t understand the truth, I just thought they were mad at me for something but still I craved human interaction and friends. Then puberty hit, you’re probably thinking: “Well, surely it got better!” Fuck no. I fucking turned into a genetic disaster and I’m not even kidding. I wasn’t fat anymore because I grew taller but my face was indescribable, literally all puberty did for me was making me taller and give me a pair of tits. I was blue pilled at the time and thought that looks wouldn’t matter, at least for friendships. I was wrong. The people that were my friends (just because the teachers kinda forced them to talk to me since nobody else would) stopped talking to me, without even fighting, like, without any reason. Not that they treated me any better since they would make comments about my appearance, even laughing about my smile, it was like seeing me “happy” didn’t matter, all they saw was an ugly face. I also had other friends (neighbors) that didn’t even bother being nice and tried to fight me physically (I beat the shit out of them not larping) and one of them said he wouldn’t even r**e me. I STILL told myself that I would look better, I just needed to grow up even more (obviously didn’t happen but not the point rn) but I’d say the triggering event was my sister telling me we didn’t have the same nose as my mom. I was confused at first, I didn’t even notice that. But when I looked at my mom I realized how different we were and how much more beautiful she was than me. Not just the nose, all the features. I looked at my sister and yeah, the nose was different but she was and still is a fucking Stacy, she looked a lot more like her. This is the time where I started getting into surgeries, I was 12 years old and, spoiler, I didn’t let the nose stuff go until I had surgery for it 7 years later. (2nd spoiler, it wasn’t just the nose)
As I grew up and got into my teens/late teens, shit got even worse. I would just play video games all day every day and yeah even the fucking online friends told me I was ugly. I got diagnosed with schizophrenia, avoidant personality and ocd. My therapist would still tell me it was just some trauma in the family or some shi but in reality it’s because I wasn’t born with a NORMAL, NOT PRETTY, NORMAL face. After years of crying histerically and trying to overdose on psych meds my mom and dad decided I could do surgeries and procedures (like fillers) (mind you they didn’t even pay for them I had to save up sm money). Finally Something changed, I got better features but yeah I also soft maxed. People would talk to me more/ guys started to ask for my insta. I was about to start a normal life until the fucking black pill became main stream. I had approximately 6 reasons more why I’m still chopped. At first I was obsessed with it but I tried to let it go, because everybody would just tell me “You’re a girl, you can get laid as much as u want or find a relationship easily, even with someone much better looking than you” and started dating. It was nice until the guy I was with fucked up really bad I don’t even want to say it because it’s just so embarrassing for him. I didn’t get “traumatized” from this experience tho, even when I was with him I realized I don’t rlly care about romantic relationships or sex (Yes, even from Chad). What I truly crave now is approval, forgetting about my old self and most importantly, friends. I just wanted them to laugh and smile with me but I didn’t even deserve that. If only I had a normal face, not pretty, just normal, my brain wouldn’t be scarred for life. To finish this rant I’m basically inside this loophole again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get out from it.
I thought you realized you were low-IQ and were leaving com?You’ll be okay hun, I’m here if you ever need to talk
I need to see this thread wowI thought you realized you were low-IQ and were leaving com?
I never said that wtf is this dude on aboutI need to see this thread wow
In several comments you said maybe I should just leaveI never said that wtf is this dude on about
Ill find it and tag uI need to see this thread wow
Nailed it, looks like you gave a fuck after all"Hi guys i have avoidant personality disorder and i just sat here and typed out an essay worth of complete babble and i normally do this especially with a disorder that is aligned to make me not be open about my issues, please look at me and praise me in my discord dms.
Side note, i will talk about suicide and trauma dump on you for the first interactions and you will care for me (it's not another form of lovebombing if you can fix me!)
So please add my discord and make me feel validated because my father isn't home to give me money for the party i'm supposed to go to tonight..."
It's weirdo behavior, i gave it a read and just was shocked.Nailed it, looks like you gave a fuck after all
I had no friends too until I got into a fight. Then we became friendsHello guys I just joined this forum, I know this probably isn’t the best way to start this but I just want to talk to someone who could understand me and not normies/therapist. Growing up ugly fucking ruined my life. I was a fat kid, not that fat but yeah different from the other girls in my class. Of course you would guess I got bullied and yeah that is partly true, but they did something that was even worse for me. Every time I would speak they simply ignored me or not pay attention to me, it’s like I was that UGLY that they wouldn’t even look at me/waste their time trying to make me feel bad. Though I still didn’t understand the truth, I just thought they were mad at me for something but still I craved human interaction and friends. Then puberty hit, you’re probably thinking: “Well, surely it got better!” Fuck no. I fucking turned into a genetic disaster and I’m not even kidding. I wasn’t fat anymore because I grew taller but my face was indescribable, literally all puberty did for me was making me taller and give me a pair of tits. I was blue pilled at the time and thought that looks wouldn’t matter, at least for friendships. I was wrong. The people that were my friends (just because the teachers kinda forced them to talk to me since nobody else would) stopped talking to me, without even fighting, like, without any reason. Not that they treated me any better since they would make comments about my appearance, even laughing about my smile, it was like seeing me “happy” didn’t matter, all they saw was an ugly face. I also had other friends (neighbors) that didn’t even bother being nice and tried to fight me physically (I beat the shit out of them not larping) and one of them said he wouldn’t even r**e me. I STILL told myself that I would look better, I just needed to grow up even more (obviously didn’t happen but not the point rn) but I’d say the triggering event was my sister telling me we didn’t have the same nose as my mom. I was confused at first, I didn’t even notice that. But when I looked at my mom I realized how different we were and how much more beautiful she was than me. Not just the nose, all the features. I looked at my sister and yeah, the nose was different but she was and still is a fucking Stacy, she looked a lot more like her. This is the time where I started getting into surgeries, I was 12 years old and, spoiler, I didn’t let the nose stuff go until I had surgery for it 7 years later. (2nd spoiler, it wasn’t just the nose)
As I grew up and got into my teens/late teens, shit got even worse. I would just play video games all day every day and yeah even the fucking online friends told me I was ugly. I got diagnosed with schizophrenia, avoidant personality and ocd. My therapist would still tell me it was just some trauma in the family or some shi but in reality it’s because I wasn’t born with a NORMAL, NOT PRETTY, NORMAL face. After years of crying histerically and trying to overdose on psych meds my mom and dad decided I could do surgeries and procedures (like fillers) (mind you they didn’t even pay for them I had to save up sm money). Finally Something changed, I got better features but yeah I also soft maxed. People would talk to me more/ guys started to ask for my insta. I was about to start a normal life until the fucking black pill became main stream. I had approximately 6 reasons more why I’m still chopped. At first I was obsessed with it but I tried to let it go, because everybody would just tell me “You’re a girl, you can get laid as much as u want or find a relationship easily, even with someone much better looking than you” and started dating. It was nice until the guy I was with fucked up really bad I don’t even want to say it because it’s just so embarrassing for him. I didn’t get “traumatized” from this experience tho, even when I was with him I realized I don’t rlly care about romantic relationships or sex (Yes, even from Chad). What I truly crave now is approval, forgetting about my old self and most importantly, friends. I just wanted them to laugh and smile with me but I didn’t even deserve that. If only I had a normal face, not pretty, just normal, my brain wouldn’t be scarred for life. To finish this rant I’m basically inside this loophole again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get out from it.
Holy yap didn’t even read the first sentence"Hi guys i have avoidant personality disorder and i just sat here and typed out an essay worth of complete babble and i normally do this especially with a disorder that is aligned to make me not be open about my issues, please look at me and praise me in my discord dms.
Side note, i will talk about suicide and trauma dump on you for the first interactions and you will care for me (it's not another form of lovebombing if you can fix me!)
So please add my discord and make me feel validated because my father isn't home to give me money for the party i'm supposed to go to tonight..."
Thank you smYou’ll be okay hun, I’m here if you ever need to talk
No whyI had no friends too until I got into a fight. Then we became friends(I was 4)
Is your name Teofil?
Nah, she seems fine"Hi guys i have avoidant personality disorder and i just sat here and typed out an essay worth of complete babble and i normally do this especially with a disorder that is aligned to make me not be open about my issues, please look at me and praise me in my discord dms.
Side note, i will talk about suicide and trauma dump on you for the first interactions and you will care for me (it's not another form of lovebombing if you can fix me!)
So please add my discord and make me feel validated because my father isn't home to give me money for the party i'm supposed to go to tonight..."
She is Italian, she is okNah, she seems fine
My word, for what it's worth
People play a role, especially if their plan doesn't work out.Nah, she seems fine
My word, for what it's worth
Maybe, but wait before you label herPeople play a role, especially if there plan doesn't work out.
What would my plan bePeople play a role, especially if their plan doesn't work out.
you asked the right personWhat would my plan be
Holy essay. Summarise pleaseHello guys I just joined this forum, I know this probably isn’t the best way to start this but I just want to talk to someone who could understand me and not normies/therapist. Growing up ugly fucking ruined my life. I was a fat kid, not that fat but yeah different from the other girls in my class. Of course you would guess I got bullied and yeah that is partly true, but they did something that was even worse for me. Every time I would speak they simply ignored me or not pay attention to me, it’s like I was that UGLY that they wouldn’t even look at me/waste their time trying to make me feel bad. Though I still didn’t understand the truth, I just thought they were mad at me for something but still I craved human interaction and friends. Then puberty hit, you’re probably thinking: “Well, surely it got better!” Fuck no. I fucking turned into a genetic disaster and I’m not even kidding. I wasn’t fat anymore because I grew taller but my face was indescribable, literally all puberty did for me was making me taller and give me a pair of tits. I was blue pilled at the time and thought that looks wouldn’t matter, at least for friendships. I was wrong. The people that were my friends (just because the teachers kinda forced them to talk to me since nobody else would) stopped talking to me, without even fighting, like, without any reason. Not that they treated me any better since they would make comments about my appearance, even laughing about my smile, it was like seeing me “happy” didn’t matter, all they saw was an ugly face. I also had other friends (neighbors) that didn’t even bother being nice and tried to fight me physically (I beat the shit out of them not larping) and one of them said he wouldn’t even r**e me. I STILL told myself that I would look better, I just needed to grow up even more (obviously didn’t happen but not the point rn) but I’d say the triggering event was my sister telling me we didn’t have the same nose as my mom. I was confused at first, I didn’t even notice that. But when I looked at my mom I realized how different we were and how much more beautiful she was than me. Not just the nose, all the features. I looked at my sister and yeah, the nose was different but she was and still is a fucking Stacy, she looked a lot more like her. This is the time where I started getting into surgeries, I was 12 years old and, spoiler, I didn’t let the nose stuff go until I had surgery for it 7 years later. (2nd spoiler, it wasn’t just the nose)
As I grew up and got into my teens/late teens, shit got even worse. I would just play video games all day every day and yeah even the fucking online friends told me I was ugly. I got diagnosed with schizophrenia, avoidant personality and ocd. My therapist would still tell me it was just some trauma in the family or some shi but in reality it’s because I wasn’t born with a NORMAL, NOT PRETTY, NORMAL face. After years of crying histerically and trying to overdose on psych meds my mom and dad decided I could do surgeries and procedures (like fillers) (mind you they didn’t even pay for them I had to save up sm money). Finally Something changed, I got better features but yeah I also soft maxed. People would talk to me more/ guys started to ask for my insta. I was about to start a normal life until the fucking black pill became main stream. I had approximately 6 reasons more why I’m still chopped. At first I was obsessed with it but I tried to let it go, because everybody would just tell me “You’re a girl, you can get laid as much as u want or find a relationship easily, even with someone much better looking than you” and started dating. It was nice until the guy I was with fucked up really bad I don’t even want to say it because it’s just so embarrassing for him. I didn’t get “traumatized” from this experience tho, even when I was with him I realized I don’t rlly care about romantic relationships or sex (Yes, even from Chad). What I truly crave now is approval, forgetting about my old self and most importantly, friends. I just wanted them to laugh and smile with me but I didn’t even deserve that. If only I had a normal face, not pretty, just normal, my brain wouldn’t be scarred for life. To finish this rant I’m basically inside this loophole again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get out from it.
@recai summarised it in like 3 different languagesHoly essay. Summarise please
You are depraved, you don't want friendship you want attention. Relationships don't fulfil this expectation cause it takes two to create a scenario. You want a therapist with a one-sided infatuation for you. Approval in the context of friendship says it all, if all of this is true you need to find it in yourself to find that approval not live by others giving you that validation or that loop hole will stay consistent.What would my plan be
She is a girlHoly essay. Summarise please
“Approval” as in making me feel like I’m enough plus I’m not saying I want a fucking boyfriend or whatever I said I just wanted friendsYou are depraved, you don't want friendship you want attention. Relationships don't fulfil this expectation cause it takes two to create a scenario. You want a therapist with a one-sided infatuation for you. Approval in the context of friendship says it all, if all of this is true you need to find it in yourself to find that approval not live by others giving you that validation or that loop hole will stay consistent.
are you low iq?“Approval” as in making me feel like I’m enough plus I’m not saying I want a fucking boyfriend or whatever I said I just wanted friends
Approval in the context of friendship says it all
you need to find it in yourself to find that approval not live by others giving you that validation or that loop hole will stay consistent.
“Approval” as in making me feel like I’m enough
You want a therapist with a one-sided infatuation for you.
you wanr kurdish one as well?@recai summarised it in like 3 different languages
No I’m saying I just wanted friends because I lived it like ppl would not be my friend cuz I was ugly did u even readare you low iq?
Nvm I read it all. Brutal stuffHello guys I just joined this forum, I know this probably isn’t the best way to start this but I just want to talk to someone who could understand me and not normies/therapist. Growing up ugly fucking ruined my life. I was a fat kid, not that fat but yeah different from the other girls in my class. Of course you would guess I got bullied and yeah that is partly true, but they did something that was even worse for me. Every time I would speak they simply ignored me or not pay attention to me, it’s like I was that UGLY that they wouldn’t even look at me/waste their time trying to make me feel bad. Though I still didn’t understand the truth, I just thought they were mad at me for something but still I craved human interaction and friends. Then puberty hit, you’re probably thinking: “Well, surely it got better!” Fuck no. I fucking turned into a genetic disaster and I’m not even kidding. I wasn’t fat anymore because I grew taller but my face was indescribable, literally all puberty did for me was making me taller and give me a pair of tits. I was blue pilled at the time and thought that looks wouldn’t matter, at least for friendships. I was wrong. The people that were my friends (just because the teachers kinda forced them to talk to me since nobody else would) stopped talking to me, without even fighting, like, without any reason. Not that they treated me any better since they would make comments about my appearance, even laughing about my smile, it was like seeing me “happy” didn’t matter, all they saw was an ugly face. I also had other friends (neighbors) that didn’t even bother being nice and tried to fight me physically (I beat the shit out of them not larping) and one of them said he wouldn’t even r**e me. I STILL told myself that I would look better, I just needed to grow up even more (obviously didn’t happen but not the point rn) but I’d say the triggering event was my sister telling me we didn’t have the same nose as my mom. I was confused at first, I didn’t even notice that. But when I looked at my mom I realized how different we were and how much more beautiful she was than me. Not just the nose, all the features. I looked at my sister and yeah, the nose was different but she was and still is a fucking Stacy, she looked a lot more like her. This is the time where I started getting into surgeries, I was 12 years old and, spoiler, I didn’t let the nose stuff go until I had surgery for it 7 years later. (2nd spoiler, it wasn’t just the nose)
As I grew up and got into my teens/late teens, shit got even worse. I would just play video games all day every day and yeah even the fucking online friends told me I was ugly. I got diagnosed with schizophrenia, avoidant personality and ocd. My therapist would still tell me it was just some trauma in the family or some shi but in reality it’s because I wasn’t born with a NORMAL, NOT PRETTY, NORMAL face. After years of crying histerically and trying to overdose on psych meds my mom and dad decided I could do surgeries and procedures (like fillers) (mind you they didn’t even pay for them I had to save up sm money). Finally Something changed, I got better features but yeah I also soft maxed. People would talk to me more/ guys started to ask for my insta. I was about to start a normal life until the fucking black pill became main stream. I had approximately 6 reasons more why I’m still chopped. At first I was obsessed with it but I tried to let it go, because everybody would just tell me “You’re a girl, you can get laid as much as u want or find a relationship easily, even with someone much better looking than you” and started dating. It was nice until the guy I was with fucked up really bad I don’t even want to say it because it’s just so embarrassing for him. I didn’t get “traumatized” from this experience tho, even when I was with him I realized I don’t rlly care about romantic relationships or sex (Yes, even from Chad). What I truly crave now is approval, forgetting about my old self and most importantly, friends. I just wanted them to laugh and smile with me but I didn’t even deserve that. If only I had a normal face, not pretty, just normal, my brain wouldn’t be scarred for life. To finish this rant I’m basically inside this loophole again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get out from it.
Yeah cuz I thought a relationship would fix me but I don’t even want itNvm I read it all. Brutal stuff
Seems to me you want attention, the attention and validation you never got growing up. Filler didn’t fix the emptiness nor did a relationship. I feel like you’re chasing approval rather than self respect and until you face that head on, no amount of looksmaxxing will feel enough, I doubt you’ll reach lite. You even said not even getting chad was enough.
Yeah cuz I thought a relationship would fix me but I don’t even want it
Do you hate the way you look rn? Is it due to you comparing yourself? Anyone sub stacylite/chadlite are gonna be miserable if they’re constantly comparing themselves everyday to othersYeah cuz I thought a relationship would fix me but I don’t even want it
I don’t really compare myself tbh, but yeah I would like to reach htbDo you hate the way you look rn? Is it due to you comparing yourself? Anyone sub stacylite/chadlite are gonna be miserable if they’re constantly comparing themselves everyday to others
Reaching htb won’t do much for ya trust me. It doesn’t fix all your problems if you’re ND. Take my word for itI don’t really compare myself tbh, but yeah I would like to reach htb
Well yeah you’re right but I also wanna look in the mirror and feel happyReaching htb won’t do much for ya trust me. It doesn’t fix all your problems if you’re ND. Take my word for it
It gives you more attention yes, but that doesn’t give you as much of a high as you think it does
welcome @Mathylde and thanks for sharing your storyHello guys I just joined this forum, I know this probably isn’t the best way to start this but I just want to talk to someone who could understand me and not normies/therapist. Growing up ugly fucking ruined my life. I was a fat kid, not that fat but yeah different from the other girls in my class. Of course you would guess I got bullied and yeah that is partly true, but they did something that was even worse for me. Every time I would speak they simply ignored me or not pay attention to me, it’s like I was that UGLY that they wouldn’t even look at me/waste their time trying to make me feel bad. Though I still didn’t understand the truth, I just thought they were mad at me for something but still I craved human interaction and friends. Then puberty hit, you’re probably thinking: “Well, surely it got better!” Fuck no. I fucking turned into a genetic disaster and I’m not even kidding. I wasn’t fat anymore because I grew taller but my face was indescribable, literally all puberty did for me was making me taller and give me a pair of tits. I was blue pilled at the time and thought that looks wouldn’t matter, at least for friendships. I was wrong. The people that were my friends (just because the teachers kinda forced them to talk to me since nobody else would) stopped talking to me, without even fighting, like, without any reason. Not that they treated me any better since they would make comments about my appearance, even laughing about my smile, it was like seeing me “happy” didn’t matter, all they saw was an ugly face. I also had other friends (neighbors) that didn’t even bother being nice and tried to fight me physically (I beat the shit out of them not larping) and one of them said he wouldn’t even r**e me. I STILL told myself that I would look better, I just needed to grow up even more (obviously didn’t happen but not the point rn) but I’d say the triggering event was my sister telling me we didn’t have the same nose as my mom. I was confused at first, I didn’t even notice that. But when I looked at my mom I realized how different we were and how much more beautiful she was than me. Not just the nose, all the features. I looked at my sister and yeah, the nose was different but she was and still is a fucking Stacy, she looked a lot more like her. This is the time where I started getting into surgeries, I was 12 years old and, spoiler, I didn’t let the nose stuff go until I had surgery for it 7 years later. (2nd spoiler, it wasn’t just the nose)
As I grew up and got into my teens/late teens, shit got even worse. I would just play video games all day every day and yeah even the fucking online friends told me I was ugly. I got diagnosed with schizophrenia, avoidant personality and ocd. My therapist would still tell me it was just some trauma in the family or some shi but in reality it’s because I wasn’t born with a NORMAL, NOT PRETTY, NORMAL face. After years of crying histerically and trying to overdose on psych meds my mom and dad decided I could do surgeries and procedures (like fillers) (mind you they didn’t even pay for them I had to save up sm money). Finally Something changed, I got better features but yeah I also soft maxed. People would talk to me more/ guys started to ask for my insta. I was about to start a normal life until the fucking black pill became main stream. I had approximately 6 reasons more why I’m still chopped. At first I was obsessed with it but I tried to let it go, because everybody would just tell me “You’re a girl, you can get laid as much as u want or find a relationship easily, even with someone much better looking than you” and started dating. It was nice until the guy I was with fucked up really bad I don’t even want to say it because it’s just so embarrassing for him. I didn’t get “traumatized” from this experience tho, even when I was with him I realized I don’t rlly care about romantic relationships or sex (Yes, even from Chad). What I truly crave now is approval, forgetting about my old self and most importantly, friends. I just wanted them to laugh and smile with me but I didn’t even deserve that. If only I had a normal face, not pretty, just normal, my brain wouldn’t be scarred for life. To finish this rant I’m basically inside this loophole again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get out from it.