Guys in the top 20% brag about how easy it is for them to get pussy ("Tinder girls are all over me") and then don't understand why a bottom 30% guy like me has such a tedious time trying to get laid or even with initiating conversations with women in online forums. It's not just looks because women can sense how masculine you are online. This guy didn't even have to show his face and pussy was all over him. My beta instinct kicked in and I wanted break his fucking jaw.

Starting a steroid cycle soon. I'm quite busy finishing college whilst working on my business and looking into flying lessons, then planning to learn a trade. I think I need the strongest steroids I can get my hands on. I'm not afraid to take risks. A heart attack from steroid overdose won't do me that much harm because I'm down bad anyway.

At any time I can decide to stop being all artsy fartsy and get stuff done, I just hate that I've conditioned myself to listen to other peoples' feelings first before I make a decision. They're blackmailing me by withholding my false sense of uniqueness rooted in entitlement. I'm not special because I've done nothing with my life. I'm still in the process of learning a trade because I fucked up in college and when I have the money I'll hire a personal trainer because I fucked up with my form way too many times under the false belief that I'm a libra so I'm out of touch with my environment. No one else thinks that, they see it for what it is; idiocy. They will blackmail me to gain a sense of importance due to my lack of game unless I turn feral and punch someone in the kidneys but men aren't supposed to lash out at women like they used to.

@elizabethscoffin

Everything that's wrong about my face: Acne scars, combined with blackheads and prominent blemishes across my cheeks Blackheads on my nose, as well as a bright red spot on the end of it (inherited my dad's spot) Pale skin Long horseface with a downward chin Buck teeth Lazy eyes Dark patches around my eyes Hair doesn't match my face and I can't seem to find a haircut that does Sensitive skin, easily dried out and flaky, eczema-prone, half the products I use don't work Random patches of hair grow on my face and keep coming back when I shave them off, I can never grow a full-beard with having low testosterone Small, lightbulb-shaped head Face easily gets sunburnt, breaks into freckles Contorted nose Puffy cheeks whenever I grow some facial hair Dry mouth Overbite A stubborn unibrow Asymmetrical

I look better when there's no one else around. I get AMOG'd as soon as the fat guy turns up who has more friends than me.

+ I read through the entire sidebar last year, ended up purple pilled and tried to circumvent looks to little avail. Chads kept me from using the college gym because they all thought I was a creep, women gossiped and gaslighted me the more I practiced game and approached women. I concluded that it was hopeless, I was facing too much resistance, so I gave up in the end on women and the gym. I turned against Pook, Neil Strauss and all that other shit I read because I couldn't implement it successfully with being UGLY. Because ugly people aren't respectable. Ugly people are disgusting and you just end up making these women feel like shit because that's the best they can get. You. An ugly, disgusting, friendless inkwell who's only hope to meet people is to get addicted to drugs.

A 7/10 had a boyfriend, she laughed at my negs when I was practicing game on her friend who was semi-interested, but looked like the girl from Pulp Fiction. I could run game on her due to my lack of attraction which made me feel less insecure in myself. The 7/10 blonde who looked like Jessica Alba was waiting for me after school. I walked past her because I knew I'd develop oneitis for her and get myself fucked because we were in a small college. Word would get back fast and he'd kick the shit out of me with being 6ft7. The juice wasn't worth the squeeze. I've been hopeless ever since. What? 8 months ago? Lol. 8 months since I last spoke to a woman. Since I last felt any emotions in my genitals other than the languid depression which pervades my soul.

The next day, the Jessica Alba lookalike called me an incel. Her friends called it me and I finally accepted it.

Both you and @fumbor are in college, have Eczema, and seem to be sharing depressing posts as of late. Given the situation, if you're not the same person using a different account, maybe he can share what he's done to not fellate a firearm and make otherwise positive strides in his life. Honestly, it reads like you might want to do a better job of screening out the people you interact with. While you're at it, cut out television, radio, film, and magazines from your life. See if your mood slightly improves after doing that.