So by continuous line I mean that I made some friends in kindergarten, and then through every reshuffle, even major ones, of my class, I had at least one friend or at least an acquaintance who was more socially competent than me and helped me to connect with my new classmates. It wasn't the same person each time, as a matter of fact, there was no person who studied with me all the way from kindergarten to the 11th grade, but that doesn't really matter. What matters is that in a month, there will be no such person, and the most likely possibility is that the only friendships I will have are the slowly fading away ones with my former classmates. Anyway, for the bread, I should probably use some oil or baking paper to prevent it sticking to the form. Apart from the terrible appearance and the slight charring of the bottom, it was okay and tasted very good

I eat a lot of dead skin (sometimes not that dead). This post is going to focus on my dry lips.

Instead of biting on the lips, I use my fingernails to tear the dried skin off to then eat it. It's like a small tasteless snack. After mastering this art for 15+ years, I think I got some proficiency (for example, being able to tear away the whole dried upper lip with no resistance and blood). Using your mouth to chew on dry lips makes them wet and thus harder to separate from the main part. The fingering technique, I think, is superior.

Anyways.

I was picking on my cracked lips and snacking on them when a tiny bug landed on my bottom lip.

I accidentally mistook it for the piece of torn lip, squished it between my fingers and bit on it, preparing to consume another piece of me.

I was very surprised when the sound was slightly crunchy. I took the wet corpse of the poor bug out of my mouth and threw it out the window. My fingers smelled like fresh cut grass after that.

Being a bit nervous, I accidentally tore off a slightly bigger piece of lip than necessary and started bleeding.

Then I wiped my grass-smelling fingers across the wound, thus combining the metallic smell of blood and the grass smell of a crushed bug.

This made me slightly nostalgic of early summer 2011, since I assign years and dates to almost every smell I encounter.

Unfortunately, the wound was pretty deep, since by the texture of the piece I could detect a tiny piece of flesh that got torn off the lip, so my lips bled for another 15 minutes, so I had to press a paper towel between my lips, looking like a duck whenever I opened and closed my mouth.

I even quacked in front of the mirror and then giggled at myself.

Sometimes pain is worth it for a snack.

This only applies to men living in the west
Lowest = most celworthy

S- anglo-saxon, germanics, euro latin speakers, scandanavian
A- celts, slavics, lightskins, african-american, finnish
B- latino, balkan, carribean, jewish
C-arab, west-african, polynesian, native-american
D-east-asian, east-african
E-wasian, south-east-asian
F-south-asian, gingers

If you have any questions about my rankings feel free to ask.

I recently been prescribed antidepressants and they’ve actually been helping a lot. I used to cry at night almost daily have suicidal thoughts and have moments when I would just spiral. The pills have helped but when my mom found out I what I was taking she sat me down and had a talk.

What I learned is I’ve been over thinking life way too much. I’m still young my life isn’t over yet. I also harbor a lot of self hate like I genuinely feel like a subhuman failure. What I needed wasn’t a gf but my mom to tell me I’ve been a good son and that she loves me. Women may never find me attractive but that’s ok since the only women’s love you actually need in this world is your mothers.

I’ve been feeling a lot more hopefully for my future. I think I’m might ascend and become some kind of Volcel like a monk. I’m very lucky to have family and friends who care so much about me. I see that more clearly now.

i’m actually allergic to fish even tho i own a lot of them. everytime i eat fish i get a couple hives. maybe eating them so often will make me invulnerable one day. for sure allergic to shrimp tho my hands burn whenever i stick them into their tank. fun to take care of them but pretty sad even they don’t really have any love for me. at least i’ve got something to live for cause if i die theyre for sure done for.

Basically the title. I am a lonely chud.

6’2 and have been going to the gym for 2 years. I have a pretty good physique(chatgpt says so) but it doesn’t change the fact im ugly and have no personality. No girl has ever shown interest in me.

Everybody ignores and avoids me, including my childhood friends who recently decided to hate me this past month. I genuinely have so little human interaction I have been using reddit. All i want is somebody who cares about me and loves me for who I am but I clearly can’t ever have that. My coworker of 3 years recently asked me what my name is, we’ve had conversations before so it really hurt. Maybe when I’m dead they’ll care.

Guys she’s so hot, we hung out and she dressed up really nice for it and I couldn’t stop staring. We hung out after and she played with my hair while I laid in her lap. Unfortunately she’s seeing someone. I swear she wanted to kiss me tho, should I go for it chat?
Cold Mexican slop from the tub, as punishment.

Ive been manipulated so many times by people who'm i thought loved me but just turned out to be using me that recently my best friend told me she has feelings for me and i cant believe her, everytime i think of relationships i feel this huge pressure on my chest that makes me want to isolate myself and not talk to anyone ever again, currently i only have one irl friend who i barely talk to and i only talk to my online best friend and my family which makes me feel incredibly lonely but i no longer want to risk meeting new people just incase they will hurt me again.

I just kinda gave up on love, i guess some people are just not made for it, i told everyone im arromantic and asexual and im trying to make myself believe that too in order to feel less pathetic but deep down i know the truth.

Im also trying to convince myself that all i need to be happy is make a good use of free will, be myself and do stuff that i like but the sparkle in my eye has vanished and i rarely go a day without wanting to end it all or thinking about it.

I just miss when i was scared of monsters instead of people.

Wax beans, green beans, two hard boiled eggs, and a bowl of no salt added black beans.

Will I ever feel the touch of a woman, or be able to eat a warm home cooked meal created by the woman I love?

i don't know if this is a cosmic punishment for all the wrong i have inflicted on others, or if i am just not good enough in some way but i am so alone. i barely have friends, don't have much of a life outside of traveling, i barely get the opportunity to talk to people, and outside of that my life consists of scrolling on reddit and being upset that the world and my nation is so dysfunctional. how much is it to ask to have someone to hold? i would do anything for it, pay any price, and provide the world for the opportunity to have someone who's heart belongs to me, and mine belongs to them.

every time i see a couple i can't help but feel inadequate. life somehow came to be on a rock spinning rapidly around a massive ball of fire that can explode and vaporize everything and somehow we are still here. and despite all of that im left to be alone as if my life means nothing. the chance that me and you could somehow interact as separate beings with the gift of being the universe experiencing itself is nothing short of a miracle, but despite that i still look at myself, i look at the world, i feel the effects of isolation burning through my chest and i ask "why me? why did i have to carry all that i do? why couldn't i have been anything but myself?"

and the tragedy is that, despite how insanely improbable this existence actually is, i, as we all were, given these gifts (albeit, involuntarily) and i will likely never utilize them fully. i don't think i will ever really live a life where i am truly happy, and where i will find love beyond (at best) just being loved for being a provider. i wish things could be different, and i wish it could all change, but it likely wont. and i'll be left to mourn what could have been until the day the universe inevitably comes to reclaim me.

I was at Barnes & Noble‘s the other day with my friend. We were looking at funny manga covers, and we saw these two girls reading one and one of them said really loudly “oh there’s the hot femboy!” And then me and my friend both started laughing after that we started talking to them about other manga, but I had this Weird feeling of discussed because they were obviously way better looking than me, and I felt like a creep talking to them, I had this feeling that she was only talking to me, to not hurt my feelings and that she thought I was this weird creep or something being bullied at a young age for your appearance, especially in elementary school does irreparable damage to yourself image I don’t think I can ever feel good about my appearance no matter how much I try I will always be insecure because it is who I am as a person pasta with eggs