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Since I've been thinking about this for a while, I wanted to write something that is an unpleasant conclusion for me: for those of us who are incels, we most likely will never find any form of romance in our lives. <br><br>Since I've dropped out of college, I've realized that my entire life has pretty much been hinging on me going out of my way to make any sort of personal connections. I don't even see the point in getting a job outside of menial labor, since I see no reason in investing in my life. When I was in college, there was a certain sense of normalcy when I was able to socialize with my peers. If I got a job, do I have to go out of my way again to make some sort of human connection for myself? I see no fucking point. I am done working on myself. I am done trying to make an effort in creating connections with other people. There is no hope. <br><br>The more I see myself in the mirror, the more I see why I am an outcast. Why I was an outcast as a child. Why I'm an outcast now. I see nothing in myself that has any redeeming value. I am worthless. I am a burden on my family. I am a burden on society. I hate myself. I hate the world. Soon enough I will be willing to die.<br><br>->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->CHAD IS COMING.->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->CHAD IS COMING->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->>