I watched a girl browse through her Instagram and it was pure torture. She scrolled down quickly and would slowly scroll back up when she saw a hot chaddy with a buzzcut and fluffy hipster beard who happens to have a great maxilla. As you all know it's all about the maxillary bones, they define your attractiveness. So as I watched her doing this- I sat behind her in a train- I felt an incredible rage building up inside me. My emotions were contemplating going all sodini. The great sodini. There was also incredible sadness. The fact that she's hot and can get all she wants. Even girls below my looksmatch ignore me, desperation. She stood up and was going to exit the train. I tried to make eye contact bjt she didn't even blink. I wasn't even allowed to make an effort, a friendly smile, nothing. The entitlement! I don't think I'm ugly, I've got the memory of having sex with a HB8-9. It's true, it happened. I don't know why she wanted me but it happened, it keeps me going on. So much cope. Should I start drinking, smoking and fapping again? Life is futile when you see people living their lives while not a moment thinking about what it's like not being able to have sex on command. At least date your looksmatch girls. When you're a 6 you should give 6's a chance. And take one for the team (I know you like that, you'd like to fuck a whole baseball team, right? Yes yes, as long as they are chads). Also: I don't want to give off the impression I advocate wat Sodini did, I morally can't but I understand, he lived a very painful life and most of us can identify with him. My future goals are buying a log cabin around the age of 30 and to live deep down in the woods, where I can't be confronted with all those happy couples in town. All those people who are happy and free, who consider their lives normal and can't imagine life any differently. The girls who jokingly say "I can't go a week without sex lol". I clench my jaw. I would only leave this log cabin to stock up on some groceries and books. I would read my books in front of a cosy fireplace, while the rain falls down on the rooftop. I can already imagine me laying in bed, after having taken a nice warm bath, while I can hear the rain falling down on the rooftop. It would make sense for me to take up some sort of foresting profession for my daily life. I would also buy a dog as a faithful companion. Over time, I wouldn't be reminded of my lack of accomplishments in life. And my libido and rage would drop because I'd become one with nature, without any negative external influences. I think, living such a life, while walking through the forest with my dog by my side, I would sometimes say: "I have a nice life". Carry on my wayward sons.