I like to pretend that I'm a soldier in Afghanistan, not an incel... It makes it feel better.

The desert is my bedroom... The constant smell of Lysol is my bodys natural odor... The clacking of the keyboard is gunfire in the distance... I'm just waiting to go home to my wife and kids, but I know I'll never have that. I'm just here fighting for my country and my fellow brothers, I'll die for them and I'll never have anyone to come home to. I'm a soldier...