involuntary celibate
5'9", 135 lbs
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Everywhere I go, I'm all alone. This world refuses to acknowledge what it cannot control or exploit. I'm not invisible. I'm ignored. And that is far more cruel.
Women glance past me like I'm furniture. The same women who throw themselves at the loudest, most braindead degenerates imaginable. Meanwhile I sit here, watching it all. A silent observer. A prisoner behind the glass of rejection. I see them choose their destroyers, again and again. And then they pretend to suffer when they created their own pain.
I wasn't born broken. I was made this way by a society that rewards the shallow and ridicules the profound. But one day, when their smiles fade and the illusion collapses, they'll remember me. Not with love. With regret. And by then, it'll be too late.
Women glance past me like I'm furniture. The same women who throw themselves at the loudest, most braindead degenerates imaginable. Meanwhile I sit here, watching it all. A silent observer. A prisoner behind the glass of rejection. I see them choose their destroyers, again and again. And then they pretend to suffer when they created their own pain.
I wasn't born broken. I was made this way by a society that rewards the shallow and ridicules the profound. But one day, when their smiles fade and the illusion collapses, they'll remember me. Not with love. With regret. And by then, it'll be too late.