Last post, at least for a while.

I love this group, and braincels, and even it's child celouts. Even the black sheep depressed virgins.

As much as I love the posts, these groups are another cope. They've made me laugh, and even want to cry with some of the hardcore trucel stories, like the ethnic guy from Sweden who's mother had health issues so he quit school at 16 to work, and eventually put his younger more chad brother through university, and because they weren't citizens they didn't get any government handouts, whilst pureblood Nordic citizen chads get free uni and healthcare and government yang bucks.

But while watching the joker for the second time last night, got past the no singles policy. I cried and laughed again. To the ire of the couples in the cinema.

I was an abused child-cel. It fucks you hard. I spent 98% of my childhood living in fear. A mother who found it more convenient to turn a blind eye, and a violent deranged father. It went even deeper.

But I realised I come here and cope. It's a beautiful funny cope. But it's a cope.

One thing I have always been about when posting, has been Hope, cope, but not rope. Instead RISE.

I'll never be a normie. I'll never be one of them. You need a normie upbringing to be one of them. But I intend to take everything that I can from them.

Train hard, study hard, so I can square any balances owed to me from any of them. try and start a business or find a good work field, because every normie industry I have ever worked in has always valued popularity over work ethic and quality of work.

It's only when you hit that rock bottom place, that you can choose to rise. Don't rope. Don't whittle your life away in cope. Every one of you sees clearly. It's the people at the bottom of the pile who see clearly in life. Use that vision. You'll never get foids. Stop bothering about them. They don't want you. Accept it, move on, and find your happiness.

That depression I have felt my entire life, I suspect many of us have. it isn't you. It's the heap of shit society throws and scapegoats on you. When they know they can. Fight your way back up.

Don't let the anger consume you. Focus, and build yourself high to bring them low. You deserve that joy in life.

There's a fantastic theory out there that there is only a limited amount of happiness in the world. That people steal it from one another. Happens a lot when children. Children learn how to carry their body. You can see adults with terrible posture and gait, and you know they aren't happy and had it stolen from them. People out there stole y6our happiness. Your birthright. To enrich themselves. As one study shows. When you win a confrontation your serotonin increases. Which makes you happier. Your spine more fluid and upright. When you lose it decreases. makes it harder to move. More depressed.

Take it back. I intend to take mine back. I'll die on my feet than live as a mouse for another day.

I wish you all well. Adios amigos.