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[Anonymous No.11110248]

>be me
>be 27 year old ugly beta loser nofriends autist with no friends or social experiences since school, no female attention ever, have never been to a pub, club, or party, and have no passions in life
>woke up at 10 am
>read a book
>went to the gym
>gave up on workout after a short time because I was so weak from coffee ruining my sleep (the gym is unbearable if I'm not lifting as heavy as I can- Chads and Staceys everywhere, really shitty music)
>going to have a repeat of yesterday: coffee, walking around with immense self loathing, McDonalds
>hot and sunny as fuck in London- Chads and Staceys everywhere

REEEEEEEEE! Drinking coffee is one of my pleasures in life and it completely fucks up my strength. The habit is comforting. I can sit outside like a non loser. It gives my mind a rush that stops me from dwelling on the pointlessness of my life. What the fuck can I do in its place?

I went through a section of a maths textbook last night so I think I can be productive through my own initiative.

Seeing Staceys everywhere is demoralising. My youth is truly gone. I haven't even been on holiday for years, not that I would have anything to do anywhere. And now even blackpilled incel stuff is widely publicised so even perceptive normies have the mental tools to notice my patheticness.

[Anonymous No.11110263]

Add this thread to your long list of failures

[Anonymous No.11110269]

Welcome back.

[Anonymous No.11110273]

>>11110248
Everyone's life has a point.

[Anonymous No.11110276]

>>11110248
Your life is a work of art. Don't be afraid to be yourself.

[Anonymous No.11110282]

best one so far.

[Anonymous No.11110310]

You keep coming here for attention instead of doing anything to fix your life. Work on yourself my friend instead of wallowing in self-induced misery.

[Anonymous No.11110312]

>>11110248
>be me
>32 year old married, working class loser
>my job leaves me feeling like i was beaten for 8 hours at the end of each day
>drink 2 beers by the railroad tracks on the way to the bus stop
>no license because of DWI and never able to pay off the fines because i spend my last dime on frivolous things to make me feel less despair
>continue drinking throughout the night wake up in a puddle of my piss
>wife dutifully cleans the sheets as always
>listen to morrissey as i wait for the 5am bus to take me back to my hypermasculine job where i am seen as a total faggot even though i do everything that may become a man
>cannot kill myself because i have a son
>as i get off the bus the sun is starting to rise and a cool breeze plays through the tree limbs
>dawn alights on my dreadworn face, warming it gently
>begin whistling a tune low and sweet
>a new day

[Anonymous No.11110317]

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>>11110248
retards

[Anonymous No.11110488]

I was going to post the update but I've changed today's OP so I'll post the whole thing below.

>be me
>be 27 year old ugly beta loser nofriends autist with no friends or social experiences since school, no female attention ever, have never been to a pub, club, or party, and have no passions in life
>woke up at 10 am
>read a book
>went to the gym
>gave up on workout after a short time because I was so weak from coffee ruining my sleep (the gym is unbearable if I'm not lifting as heavy as I can- Chads and Staceys everywhere, really shitty music)
>hot and sunny as fuck in London- Chads and Staceys everywhere
>went to Shoreditch- Chad and Stacey overload (not even a figure of speech this time)
>Shoreditch Town Hall is literally a nightclub
>saw a hostel with a huge sign: "sleep with people from different countries tonight ;-)"
>walked past but not in Brick Lane; not exaggerating when saying it was the Stacey singularity and I felt like an ugly shit stain on an Instagram picture
>the pointlessness of "jus go outside bro!" has NEVER been made more stark
>breathe a sigh of relief as I walk the short distance in to the Liverpool Street area, where the skyscrapers merely remind me that I'm a poorfag
>currently drinking coffee

What is the point? I can't bear to stay inside my flat all day, saving tonnes of money and doing productive things, and so on, because it makes feel pathetic and like I'm wasting my youth. I go outside and it's like inhaling vapourised blackpills.

[Anonymous No.11110495]

>>11110312
Can we make londonfrog greentexts a genre ???

[Anonymous No.11110500]

>>11110488
Why don't you try going where all the muslims are. It could give you a different perspective. Go outside of your comfort zone is i think the point.

[Anonymous No.11110542]

>>11110500
>giving a paki advice

[Anonymous No.11110677]

>>11110312
>>11110495
Kek

I hope he starts getting more replies mirroring his style

[Anonymous No.11110820]

>>11110488

[Anonymous No.11110886]

So have you stopped reading Atlas Shrugged or what?

[Anonymous No.11110984]

>>11110820
ANON

[Anonymous No.11110985]

>>11110886

I finished it a long while ago.

[Anonymous No.11110994]

>>11110248
Have you read the book of disquiet yet

[Anonymous No.11111002]

More despair and heartache irl all you writer larper niggers

[Anonymous No.11111302]

kill your ego and enjoy your day

if you dont feel good about yourself do things that make you do feel good about yourself, thats all that mattress

now fuck off with the frogs faggot, its a dead meme

[Anonymous No.11111341]

I just went to mcdonalds.

Have I emphasised enough what level of Stacey overload there is? It's sunny as fuck and there's a bank holiday tomorrow. This place doesn't feel like a relaxed Sunday, it's like Saturday squared. Subhumans like me btfo

[Anonymous No.11111364]

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