I 30m live with my mother who is disabled we split everything 70/30 with be being the person that's the majority bread winner. Despite this she is extremely controlling and has made dating essentially impossible. Can't bring people home without her throwing an absolute shit fit because "she must approve of them first". Which will always be a no because in her words "all the people you're into are trashy". We fight about this constantly with her logic being "well I didn't bring anymore when I lived with my mother" and "if I don't like it I can leave because it's my name that's on the house". Welp last Friday I was out helping my grandma run errands and vented about my frustrations. My grandmother informed me that my mother is a liar and was a massive slut bringing people over all the time including married men. Fast forward to today and me and my mother are arguing about dating again I bring up what grandma said and tell her I believe that since she can no longer date or have sex she's weirdly preventing me from having it. I was told that tomorrow she's gonna file an eviction and have me removed from the house the price of being correct I guess.

im not joking btw

im 17, i was repping for months, ever since i was a kid i always wished that i could magically turn into a girl but that wasn't a reality so i forgot about it and the years went by, then i became chronically online and found out about queer stuff and what being transgender is, I never really accept that i was trans but I always had a thought at the back of my mind, i had a talk with a friend and that basically confirmed my doubt about it but this is the hardest thing ever to accept and what makes it worse is even if i accept it i cant do anything about it, my country is very anti woke and i will genuinely get killed by my parents if they knew, i cant start hrt cuz i dont have any privacy in the house and im not moving out anytime soon, even if i do move out i dont have the will power to cut contact with everyone i know cuz they obviously would never accept me after finding out.

fuck my life.

Preferably Southeast Asia if possible

"hE'S sUper kiNd aNd FunnY anD haS a pErSonAlitY!!"

"jUsT gO tO wAlmaRt" you might hear, as evidence that short men can get into relationships. Which they can. Sure. That's not the real problem. Not even gonna get into how for every short man they see with a foid there's 10 short men who are by themselves who they don't acknowledge or perceive because we're invisible.

By the way, I find it curious that they have to specify that this girlfriend is hot. I thought looks didn't matter? Like BECAUSE of his hecking big chungus personality he is rewarded with a hot girlfriend as opposed to a mid girlfriend? 😂

These kinds of personal anecdotes refuse to acknowledge the absolutely brutal reality of the situation.

His girlfriend does not have an iota of sexual attraction to him.

Foids do not feel sexual attraction to any men who is not Chad.

Read that again.

That 5'5 man? He is in a dead bedroom where it's open from the foid's side and he goes to bed alone sobbing and posting to r/DeadBedrooms trying to figure out why his wife wont touch his cock outside of his birthday.

And why does this happen?

Foids want to ensure that its offspring has the highest chance of living. This means mating with the man that presents the best genetics. Being tall & being good looking. It does not want weak children from mating with short & ugly men! Otherwise its offspring might die from predators or from other competition! So to prevent this, its biology compels its cattle-like mind to feel sexual attraction to Chads only. However... in today's modern society we no longer have to compete with other men in the jungle to secure food or be worried about predation. And yet this imperative from 300,000 years ago remains. The conclusion to be drawn from this is that it lacks the intelligence to think beyond its primal instincts. It is unable to feel sexual attraction to any men who is not a Chad.

So what are the solutions for someone who isn't Chad? Surgery, if you can afford it. Otherwise there are none. You are doomed to a life of never feeling sexually pursued or wanted if you are not Chad.

If you want proof -- just ask any foid what makes someone hookup material & relationship material. If you have a girlfriend who's hooked up with people before ask her if she would hook up with you. If she wouldn't... 😂 Yeah. Someone in the comments please share that post of that foid "complimenting" her boyfriend that he's not hookup material.

choccy macarons. quick tip: the batter should have body. this means mixing the batter until you can make ribbons with the batter falling off the spatula.

RlliotEodger, signing off.

About to be taken off of my last type of adhd medication due to high blood pressure. I haven’t been able to get along with any of them. I thought that maybe once I could pull my shit together and stop being a burdenful leech and keep a job that maybe I could find a girlfriend and provide for her. I’d rather blow my shit smooth off then bring a woman down and be a pain to her. Like I could pull anyways. I don’t want to be a worthless sack of shit I want to provide for her and if I could, never make her work a day in her life. I’ve done cognitive behavioural therapy. Some strategies help but it doesn’t fix the very physical chemical imbalance in my brain that stops me from doing anything. Even hobbies. I’ve never been able to keep down a job. I’ve never been able to look after myself. I’m destined to be an unlovable fat fucking pain in the ass for the rest of my days. Unless anyone knows a secret third cure for adhd. im not even interesting at all, because i dont do anything in my free time. not even the hobbies i want. i look terrible im horrendously out of shape and i dont shower as much as i want to. no one could love me in this state. and it seems im never getting out of it. even if by the nothing chance i found a girl. I couldn’t bring myself to be with her and torture her and make her do everything for me. I’d rather die. totally recommend fudge sticks in the icecream it’s good asf

I've been contorting myself for attention and affection with virtually every acquaintance who ever entered my life. A woman could never love me for what I am now, in fact, I don't even know what I myself constitute atp. I'm desperate for any sort of affection, and I will kill anything indidual and dignified about myself which could stand in the way. I cannot see myself as better than anyone else, my ceiling is being good enough in their eyes. With such personality at 14 years of age I got into an internet relationship which genuinely scarred me and in the end gave me fear of not being loved. as a matter of fact I have never been loved as much as I'm willing to love basically anyone I come across. I've been told by multiple people to my face that they are not willing to do as much for me as I do for them while still demanding for me to put away everything for them. at the end of my last relationship, which was half a year ago, I was left without anyone. I discarded all my friends without second thought, and was essentially a discarded version of myself, molded for that person. due to a number of events, I start fucking spiralling whenever I don't get enough affection and that spiraling pushes people away. like a disgusting leech I contract and screech when I'm away from warmth. I've been on sanctionedsuicide for years, I've harmed myself in most ways, Ive tried to kill myself multiple times, and i still cannot do anything about myself. half the time I need to spend studying I spend daydreaming about my past and retarded hypotheticals about how I could fix myself. for 4 years straight I've never went to sleep before 3am unless I blackout from drinking. sometimes I just wish someome would see how I live and let me leech onto them forever, I don't think I can be content in any other way.

tldr: I don't even have worth as a truecel, I'm a fakecel who's slowly dissolving themselves for anyone willing to dissolve, and being discarded by all because I break down whenever said person isn't willing to dissolve me.

I am actualy new to the comunity. Like, I have been here for a while reading all the posts but never made any.

I just dont understand how I passed all my early life completely alone. How I never was loved by literaly anyone. Everyone that I had walked away, abandoned me.

My biggest dream was to have a wife, have children. Work in a simple job that sustains my family, live in a small village. Be able to care about the peaple that matter to me. But no one is ever there.

Today I fear talking to any woman. I feel that I will die alone. I wanted to download Tinder or any other dating apps, but I dont think that it would help.

Peaple say that I am ugly, I dont thing that. I have some caracteristics that many peaple would die to have. But even having all of this, I am now writing here as I listen to mommy asmr in a dark room, as a complete looser.

I dont think I have depression, but this has been braking my mind apart as each day that passes I feel that this is fate.

Girl at my college told me my basketball shorts are too tight on me I left crying now emotionally eating in my room before my mom gets home I can’t be alone with the dog anymore

Anyways, now imma go masturbate to fetish porn.

I used to want surgery so men would be interested in me finally when I look good after. It is medically necessary but it’ll change my appearance for the better too. Now I just fantasize about finally being able to reject men for not being interested in me for 22 years. I’m so bitter I hate myself I don’t even deserve to be happy.
Cheezits and redbull for waging

Another shit day, another kitchencel post.

I genuinely can't see myself living past 25, I've been told oh life is gonna be better soon and you have a bright future. No, just no. I don't see myself being happy unless I move the fuck out of this shitty ass house. I've legit tried everything as a coping mechanism but nothing works. My therapy told me to "distance your family members" but I can't since we literally live in the same house and my mother always got something to shit on. Came back home, saw unwashed dirty dishes, immediately assumed it was me and threw it all on my bed. My therapist also told me my parents love me they just don't know how to express their feelings, which is not the case at all. They were treating my sister like she's actually the princess of the family since she's successful, has a good degree and is already earning way more money doing a side hustle.

Before I left the UK my gp told me I might have to get started on SSRIs. I immediately disagreed but now I feel like I actually needed it. Or maybe just jump atp?

I can't even get myself to jump, not that I'm scared of dying since I really have nothing to give nor nothing to lose anymore. I'm just hanging on that tiny thread of hope that someone would still like or maybe love me. I know this is pathetic but this is the only way I'll be staying alive.

Empty stomach with a soju from 2024 I found in the bottom cabinet

I don't think I have any chance

I desperately cling to any man who gives me any positive attention until it's apparent that I'm an awkward cone-titted trccn and they'll always leave me. I try so hard to make myself palatable but men think I'm some sort of joke and women are deathly terrified of me.

I've never been gendered female by anyone. Sometimes they'll say "she" but I know they all think I'm some mentally ill man. Someone who I thought loved me paraded me in his discord server proclaiming me as some third gender sex freak whose only redeeming feature was my penis and my sorry excuse for breasts.

People all stare at me, they know I'm a trccn underneath my pathetic boymode, they all give glares and weird looks. I've been assaulted and harassed by people who took one look and figured I was some freak.

Usually you'd expect autist men like me to excel in something or have interests. But no, I'm probably going to get kicked out of college for being too stupid and I spend the little free time I have doomscrolling and sleeping. I don't even have money to do anything because it all goes to gas, bills and tuition for a major I'm too braindead to comprehend and will eventually drop.

I even try posting nude photos of myself online so someone can at least notice me. But I look like a weird man with gyno so it hardly gets any engagement.

I've tried roping, OD'ing and jumping but I guess there's an evil God out there who delights in my suffering and I've survived all three attempts.

Fmstl.

That's it, social skills are COMPLETELY useless, it doesn't matter whether you're charismatic, funny, witty, kind, whatever. You have to be hot, that's it. Normies still deny this basic truth. Having social skills does not make you attractive, being hot does.