I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of reading about Genshin everywhere. I heard about Nikke's anniversary. Commanders shit on Genshin's anniversary. I was excited to see Endfield news. Endminister compared to Genshin's MC's. I saw the latest Epic 7 update. It reminds them of Genshin constellations. Wuthering Waves, Project Mugen, Duet Night Abyss. "Is this the Genshin Killer?!?!". I try to take a shower. My penis size reminds me of the small anniversary rewards. I want to escape Genshin. But there it is again, first post, first comment, on a random unrelated sub reddit. "It's Genshin's fault..."
Da Wei grabs me by the throat. I whaled for him. I simped for his characters. I gave him my precious time. He isn't satisfied. He doesn't want me to quit. He stalks me wherever I go. "Have you heard of the latest update?". He whispers to my naked unsuspecting ears. "No Da Wei, I'm just here to browse news for this other gacha ga-" "THE NEW ARCHON IS COMING OUT" He grabs my wallet and forcefully Kabedons me to the nearest ATM. "Funnel me more of your money, you know Archons are OP. You'll deal more damage in this casual F2P PvE RPG TCG action combat story driven game." I blush as he assertively advertise his game with his cute Chinese accent.
I can't pull for the next Archon, I haven't even played the game in months. He grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." He grabs his dakimakura of Asuka from Evangelion (That's his favorite anime, I know because every Genshin fan on a 10 mile radius made sure to let me know.) Da Wei looks back at me one final time before he gets in the Robot. There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, no excessive anxiety gameplay. What a cruel world.
Oh my god, Wendigoon has fell off completely. I do not care about shitty Anal-ogue Horror. It peaked with Local58 and nothing has reached that greatness since. Local58 didn’t overstay it’s welcome, didn’t use many cliches and it ended when it needed to end. Getting angry over something being “disturbing” is stupid. Horror is ment to be horrifying, not jumpscares every 2 seconds along with a boring 8 minute long lecture on why you should be scared. I do not know this UrbanSpook person, I never heard of him until this video and looking at his videos they’re alright. Greylock is just boring, generic crap that’s killing off the analogue horror genre. This is as bad as that boring ass Skinamarinkydink shit you recommended (Boy walking around house on bkue filter isn’t scary, it’s boring rubbish.) If I have to be told why something is scary, it’s not scary. Simple as.
You wanna know how i got this drip? My father, was a sigma, from ohio. And one night, he goes off sussier than the imposter at 3 am. Mommy gets the baby gronk rizzing up livvy dunn to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the OG fortnite rizzler to ohio, laughing the ocky way while he does it. He turns to me and says, "What the dog doing?" He griddys at me with the goofy ahh kai cenat grimace gyatt level 3. "WHAT THE DOG DOING?" He sticks the ice spice squid game lightskin stare in my mouth and says..."Let's put a skibidi toilet on that cuh dey board."
As a freshman boy at Florida State University, I am saddened at the lack of goth girls who attend here. The majority of girls here are Blonde Taylor Swift Starbucks girls who seem to lack personality and originality. The underrepresentation of the goth girl subculture at FSU is likely tied to a few aspects, how it is notorious for its partying, (not typically a goth girl interest) the constant vibrant and sunny atmosphere, (ditto), and the overall lack of diverse appeal. I know that my fellow FSU male brethren are also disappointed at the lack of goth mommies here, they likely just conceal their pain better than I am capable of. Every single day I wake up and do my morning prayer hoping to spot an emo goth girl somewhere around campus, but alas, to no avail. Perhaps I am merely looking in the wrong places. If anyone knows where to find them please message me ASAP. Or if you are a goth girl reading this, don’t be afraid to shoot me a DM. I believe without finding a goth girl my mental health will continue to plummet and I’m afraid to know what I’m capable of if that happens. I may have to look into transferring if this issue does not get resolved. Any tips are much appreciated, thanks!
Origin
Started from the Florida State University subreddit by u/MedicalInspector6374 and has since spread to other college/university subreddits since then. The copypasta will usually start out with “As a freshman…” and then describes the lack of goth girls at the person’s university. It also describes most of the women studying there as “Blonde Taylor Swift Starbucks girl” and reveal that most of his “male brethren are also disappointed at the lack of goth mommies”.
This copypasta is part of the many university/college related copypasta that started circulating in 2023.
I would cry. Cry myself to sleep knowing I’m never good enough, no matter how hard I try no matter what I do she will never love me back. After everything I’ve tried she won’t love me, because I’m not good enough. I’m not strong I’m not smart I’m not good looking. There’s other guys better then me in every way possible, I will still try but deep down inside I know I don’t have a shot, even if I stay by her side and treat her better then I treat myself she will never love me back. She will complain about guys and say there is no one meant for her. I’ll still be sitting there waiting for my turn, then one day she will start talking to me differently. Is she liking me? I will be thinking. I will revert back to my old ways. Thinking that she loves me and developing hope again. She will start talking to me daily, I try to mask my true feelings but I can’t. Look me dead in the eye you see a hopeful kid, after a while I will confess to her. Saying I love her and want to be by her side, she knows how desperate I am from past conversations, how anyone works even if they don’t give two shits about me. I look her in the eyes on the verge of crying, is this a bad idea? Will she ever love me? I think to myself, then she runs over and hugs me. She pulls me in her arms and holds me tight, I get flustered because this is the first time anyone has held me like this. I’ll wrap my arms around her and start to tear up, she holds me while saying how much she loves me, she brushes my hair and says, I love you. Such simple words leave such an impact on me, I’ve never felt this love before, my mother has never held me while saying she loves me. I still love my mother don’t get me wrong but this is special, out of everyone, athletic smart strong. She picked me, maybe I am good enough? I think to myself. I look up to her, tears running down my face as I lock eyes with her, her beautiful brown eyes. I lock with them as I cry a little harder, she holds me and laughs slightly. She looks down at me and says, you are all messy, let’s get you fixed up. She takes me hand and we go to her house, she smiles and looks at me. Hop in the shower, I’ll make us some food. I hop in the shower and stand there as water runs down my face, is this a dream? I think to myself as I stand there, I hear knocking on the door which snaps me back into reality. I glance over and hear her voice, hey is everything alright? I sit there for a minute on the verge of breaking down. Y-Ya I’m fine. stutter out. Ok well hurry up dinners getting cold, I jump out of the shower and get changed walk out and take a seat at the table, I look up and see her, her amazing black hair with blond tips, her beautiful eyes and face. I blush a little bit as I start eating, we eat and talk and having a great time. After she takes my hand and smiles. Wear this, she takes out blindfold and puts it on me, she leads me somewhere, I feel a blanket over me then something warm pressed against my body. She takes off the blindfold and look up to see her, we are in her bed, she is holding me in her arms as I rest on her chest. She moves down and kisses me as she whispers. Your good enough, I feel a chill shoot through my body, a tear runs down my face as she says, I love you, everything about you is amazing, I’ve known you liked me for a while but only know I’ve realized how good you are. I love you and always will, I want to hold you when you are sad. Laugh with you when your happy, I want you to be mine forever. She turns off the light and rest her head on mine. I stay there in her arms as I fall asleep. A loud alarm goes off. I jump out of bed and rub my eyes. I look around nothing I’m in my bedroom. I sigh as I look at the ground in defeat, I mutter to myself as I get out of bed and prepare for school. I need to stop dreaming.
You will never be a real incel. You have no autism, you have no negative canthal tilt, you have no deep seated emotional resentment. You are a well-adjusted man twisted by irony and memes into a crude mockery of a stone cold virgin.
All the “rejection” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back girls love you. Your parents are proud and happy for you, "Stacies” swoon over your masculine appearance behind closed doors.
Women are utterly smitten with you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out chads with incredible efficiency. Even incels who “pass” look strong and charismatic to a woman. Your deep voice and good sense of humor are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to earn a little online incel clout, you'll get cancelled the second your DMs get leaked and everybody gets a glimpse of the e-girls thirsting over you.
You will never be depressed. You wrench out a fake "tfw no gf" every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be miserable, but deep inside you feel the happiness creeping up like a weed, ready to bless you with unshakeable confidence.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll find a girlfriend, marry her, knock her up, and have seven healthy kids together. Your parents will praise you, happy but a little bit sentimental now that their little boy has finally grown up. They’ll spoil the kids with candies and toys, and every acquaintance for the rest of your life will know that you're a fakecel. Eventually you will pass on surrounded by your loved ones. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a family that misses you dearly.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
You will never be a real incel. You have a jawline, you decent height, you have no male pattern baldness. You are a handsome man twisted by the blackpill and memes into self-doubt and inferiority complexes.
All the “rejection” you get is only inside your head. Behind your back people like you. Your parents are proud of you, your colleagues whisper how cute you are behind closed doors.
Women are innately attracted by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out good genetics with incredible efficiency. Even women who “rejected” you would've changed their mind if you actually tried. Your facial structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you aren't exactly the type of some women, she'll introduce you to her girlfriends the moment she acknowledges your objectively good features.
You will never be truly alone. You wrench out a fake frown every single morning and tell yourself you're destined to be alone, but deep inside you feel hope blossoming like a hot spring, ready to lift you up any moment from now.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll install Tinder, put yourself out there, find a girlfriend, and passionate sex with her. Your parents will hear about that, relieved that you finally found the happiness they knew you deserve. They’ll praise you with warmth and proudness, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know you have gotten consensual sex from a girl. Your mind will be freed from all the doubt, and all that will remain is a man that is unmistakably successful.
This is your fate. This is what you were born into. There is no turning back.
