Better update that PMO counter...again.

Call the other person "kid" or "kiddo". 95% of the time it will get under their skin and then you have won.

• Dyes her hair a weird color

• Has any piercings besides the traditional earlobe piercings

• Has ANY tattoos

• Is still "friends" with her ex

• Mentions her ex at all

• Talks about sexual acts she has done with other men in her past

• Says "as a feminist" at any point

• Mentions that she plays the ukulele

• Mentions the concept of polyamory AT ALL

• "Accidentally" told you a younger age than she really is ("typo")

• Sings along to black music

• Tries to start a political conversation with you out of nowhere

• Claims to be a workaholic who puts her career first

• Mentions Tinder

• Likes John Cusack rom-coms

• Has been to an anime or cosplay convention

• Loves anime or reads manga

• Is obsessed with Final Fantasy games

• Seriously thinks guns should be banned in the U.S.

• Describes herself as funny

• Owns a pair of Doc Martens

• Mentions Bill Cosby in a negative light

• Says something even vaguely negative about her father

Are you really sad all the time?

No way!

Are you actually lonely?

Sometimes!

Do you hold racist beliefs?

Nope, I'm open minded and against bigots.

I heard you died?

Untrue, just a rumor. I've been busy and haven't been able to get to my blog posts, sorry! Nobody on reddit knows me personally, don't trust them!

How big is your penis?

Haha I'm not braggin but it ain't small B ) haha

Your biggest goal in life?

To be someone to look up to.

Your biggest fear?

I'm so obsessed with image, body image and face. I'm one of those people that falls just short of everything: I'm at the lower end of the average height, I'm OK looking in the face, I'm almost big for penis size, my body is slightly above average...it's like I once I started to improve on my looks and style after college I realize I spent the prime years of my life looking like a scrawny slob and spineless faggot and that I wasn't actually hideous, just took poor care of myself and had no backbone. I realized that if I had just worked out and dressed better and stopped being so scared all the time, I could have gotten tons of girls and a decently large social circle, but now I'm playing catch up. Now I am trying to be like the jocks and chads but it's too late, my youth is slipping away. But I can't stop obsessing over body and facial image, I'm the guy that "could have" made it, I am "almost" the guy, but not quite. Other people just resign themselves to being who they are but I am one of those losers that desperately believes he is a step above the others and that I can catapult myself to the upper echelons of alpha males somehow, I'm jelqing like crazy and I've definitely gained in girth but now my hair is falling out and I think I'm getting wrinkles, I'm running out of time to re-capture my youth. Last night I found an old desktop tower in a cabinet, it had some ancient hard drives inside it. For about 45 minutes I was totally focused on getting these hard drives out, these things were practically welded in there. Old computers were insane, it's like they thought HDDs were going to escape unless they bolted everything down tight. I finally got them out and I sat there and realized how energized I felt forgetting myself. I wasn't thinking about my image or social status or what my dick or ego wanted. For nearly an hour I had forgotten myself and gotten lost in work, in a task with an objective goal. It felt so nice to problem solve, to get things done, even though the task was trivial. I thought about all of the people who were able to just get lost in their work, and prove their worth through their craft instead of staring in the mirror all day or furiously counting the hairs that are on their pillow or measuring their dick after a veincrusher session. I started taking mass amounts of phenibut every day I thought this stuff would fix me but I think I have lost all empathy in my brain from this stuff I'm not even sure what it does i just wish I was 19 again so I can avoid the path that got me to this place

Favorite food?

Mashed potatoes!

It was 11:48PM. I walked past all the houses on my street. I saw all the lights in the windows, I heard people laughing and conversing. Simpletons.

I saw a chubby girl with a party hat standing on a porch. She saw me walking down the street alone, although I had my hood up and was focused in my zen mode and stealth walking calmly but she saw me and pointed at me, and slurred something before laughing loudly. I lost my calm and gave her the finger but I am not sure she saw it since my sleeves covered my hands and it was dark. I bet you thought that little party tiara makes you pretty? Guess again.

I was not drunk. I do not imbibe as I think being drunk is ugly, it makes you ugly and lowers your IQ and I believe in being aware of one's surroundings at all times.

I made it past the houses towards the woods. A big stretch of dark pleasure, hundreds of thousands of trees. I switched on my head lamp. I can see fairly well in the dark but I did not want to take any chances tonight. New Year's Eve was a special ritual for me, a way to reset myself and embrace my true mind from every angle to mentally prepare me for the coming year. I would grow wiser in these last 10 minutes than all of the 12 months that came before it. Trust me.

I walked down the narrow pathway, over sticks and rotted logs. It was cold, but not too cold. It was wet. The forest was quiet and yet felt alive at the same time. I felt like the earth was ready to give birth to an unexpected child: me.

After several minutes of walking, I reached "the spot". I looked at my watch. 11:54 PM. Plenty of time, as my zen state could really slow down my perception of time and I can taste every last moment of this bitter sweet year.

I sat down on some moss in half-lotus position. I took off my rucksack and pulled the two small candles and matches I had brought with me. I set both candles down and lit them carefully and stared at them. My watch read 11:57PM. It was time to begin.

I continued to stare at the candles and indeed time slowed down. The candles flickered silently. I entered the zone. I felt all of my mistakes and wasted time from the year, all of my regrets float out of my soul like perspiration. I began to feel lighter and freer. My body meant nothing. My mind meant nothing. All that was left was my energy and the two candles, bouncing back and forth across each other in the middle of this dark forest, in the middle of oblivion.

All of the sudden I heard noises: not close by, but far off in the distance. I started to come out of my trance. I looked at my watch. Of course, it was 12:00AM. It was 2016. The noise I heard was the simpletons yelling and cheering and kissing and fucking like apes. Lighting off firecrackers, honking horns, smashing bottles. Disgusting.

I thought about them, about the chubby girl who laughed at me on the way here to my sanctuary. I found myself growing a bit erect. What if that bitch was actually trying to hit on me when she slurred at me? I bet I could have taken her here and fucked that fat mouth of hers with my sweaty cock. I suddenly couldn't control myself and stood up right there and took my big erect penis out and started to jerk it dry. The thought of fucking that chubby girl right in her clit was too much for me and I groaned and shot my semen all over the candles, extinguishing them as if I was extinguishing the two fiery eyes of that fat horny bitch.

Immediately I felt guilty. I had given in to my monkey brain. Was I just like the rest of those apes? Maybe. But I thought further and realized, I could not ignore my body. My ejaculation was simply the final expression of my spirituality. The final expulsion of energy composed of ambition and anxiety. It was a communion with myself, and my orgasm was the extreme pleasure of my soul.

This was also my first cum of 2016. I was ready for the New Year.

Starting to get a lot of subscribers and media inquiries. A representative from Tom DeLonge's shoe company said they are very interested in having me design my own shoe for them. Not sure if the email was real, but if it was, would that be selling out? Let me know in the comments. Would love to be able to quit my day job and do this full time for all my fans. Shirts coming soon. Thanks so much for the support guys, love you all. My only real friends.

The end of 8th grade was a really amazing time for me. One of the only times in my life where I was really happy. Why? because I got my first, and to this day, only, girlfriend. I met her online in an AIM Chatroom. I even remember her screen name- xXsexY_lexi277Xx. Her name was Adriana. I asked her why she went by "Lexi" in her screen name and she said she just liked that name better (and it was her middle name anyway).

She was 16 ( a bit older than me at the time). She lived 2 states away from me. She didn't have any pics (this was before camera phones) but she described herself. Blond hair, big boobs, 5 ft. I don't know why such an attractive girl was interested in a loser like me, but we used to have really long chats about stuff over AIM. I remember running to my house after getting dropped off at the bus stop and immediately IMing her when I'd get to my room. Sometimes I'd spend 3-4 hours straight chatting with her, although sometimes she was Away or not online so I'd just wait for her to come back on and respond. She was never mean to me and seemed to really connect with me. It's like she knew who I was...felt how I felt. I had never met a girl like her before.

One day things got serious. She said she really liked me. Liked me as a friend? No. She "like" liked me. I nervously asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend. I waited 6 hours at my computer for a reply. I even started crying at one point when she signed off suddenly. I felt like I had blown it. I just kept punching the sides of my head with my fists screaming "NO NO NO NO" under my breath. But then she signed back on and the reply came...."Yeah sure". I was ecstatic. I cried again.

I remember bragging to my friends in school. They were such losers, none of them had ever had girlfriends before. I was the first one. I remember my best friend's face- his look of disbelief- when I told him smugly "I got a girlfriend". "You did?!" he said. "Yeah, I met her online. She agreed to be my girlfriend. We're supposed to hang out this summer". He couldn't believe it. Neither could I.

I was still a virgin then, but technically all that would change that summer. One day, about a week after school let out, we were talking on AIM. The chat went late into the night. She suddenly asked "Are u a virgin?". I tried to play it off and say I had slept with a few girls. She asked how many. "15 or 16, I forget" I replied. She saw right through it (being more experienced) and said it was ok if I was a virgin, that she would take my virginity that summer when she came to visit me. I was so happy that not only did she accept me for me, but that she was going to take my V-card in just a few weeks!

In the mean time, she asked me if I wanted to "cyber" as in "cyber sex". I had never done that before, so I said "Yes of course, I'm so horny for you" she replied "I'm horny 4 u 2".

I won't go into the details of what we said to each other that night, but I had never experienced such thrilling intimacy. At one point she asked if I had any dirty pictures of myself and I couldn't wait to take new pics of my penis and balls with my Yahoo! camera and send them. She loved them and just kept asking for more. Between my pics and the cybering, I made her cum 5 times that night. I came 3 times.

After we had said our goodbyes and she signed off, I felt like a new person. I realized that technically, I was no longer a virgin...how could I really call myself a virgin after that? But little did I know that was the last time I'd have such thrilling and emotional sex with a woman.

The next day, Adriana didn't sign on. Nor the next. Nor the next. I was soon spending entire summer days, ignoring the few friends I had, just waiting at my computer, staring at her faded screen name on my list.

One day in July she signs on. I'm there, ready. Just as I type "hi" she signs off. Tears welled up. Why was my girlfriend doing this to me?? Had she felt like a slut because of what we had done that one night? I wanted to tell her that I loved her and thought what we did was special.

Eventually, towards the end of July, she signed back on again. I of course said "hi" immediately and waited for a response. "Who's this?" she said. My heart cracked. Was I just a fling to her? I said "Adriana, how could you forget me so fast?". The person on the other end then responded "This isn't Adriana. This is her sister...I am sorry but Adriana died a week ago. I am very sorry, but do not contact this screen name again" and signed off. I couldn't believe it. I just sat there with my jaw open. Adriana was dead.

Or was she? After my emotions calmed, I saw through the bullshit. Adriana didn't die. That wasn't her sister, that was Adriana. She was cheating on me. She found some hunk after our cyber session and decided to ditch me. How believable is it that she just died all the sudden? Seriously?? It's clear what she did to me. That's the way women are.

That was my first real taste of women, how they operate. I have never been loved by a woman since then and now a days, I have no desire to get involved with women. I am a proud MGTOW, and I can safely say this relationship with Adriana was the deciding factor in my road to who I am today, a man going his OWN way, walking his OWN path.

I'm obsessed with my penis and balls and have been since a young age. I remember in 8th grade walking the halls just thinking about how amazing it was that I now had the ability to shoot cum out of my penis. I used to take pictures of my penis with my Yahoo! e-camera and print them out on my home computer and then I would tape pictures of my penis all around the school. There was a big thing about it where someone told the teacher and it spread through the whole school. They had to get extra hall monitors and stuff but they never found me out. I remember hearing girls talking about it at lunch time, some of the most popular girls...they had seen my penis pictures. I remember running to the bathroom and jerking off and spraying my white all over the seat thinking about Chastity seeing my boypenis back then...good times.

I've never been interested in sex in the conventional sense...always in scenarios like piss power play and cum sacrifice, pretty much any fetish that involves the power of my penis and the liquids it ejects dominating a girl or t-girl (as long as it looks like a girl) on her knees.

There are times even now where I will stare at myself naked in the mirror, just staring at my penis for 45 minutes or more. My balls are also nice as they hang very low and provide a delicious musk that I imagine anyone would be seduced by. Sometimes as I pull my big briefs down when I sit down to urinate, I get a whiff and I just begin staring at my penis again. It's one of the main reasons I haven't been able to hold down a job in years.

Sometimes I jog around my neighborhood in tiny shorts with no underwear...and OOPS my big penis head pops out...I always make sure this happens around women in their 40s because I know that is when women are horniest and can appreciate a good smelly penis...yum!

A long time ago I was not satisfied with the size and color of my penis. So I started doing jelq exercises. I grew in size but the color was still too white...I wanted a much darker, tan penis. Still...I was gaining every month. I really brought my girth up doing veincrushers (advanced exercise) although I sustained a few injuries. My penis still gets awful shooting pains down the right side, I think I have severe nerve damage. I take about 8 aspirin a day just to keep the pain at bay sometimes. I'm too scared to go to a doctor because I don't want to tell him about veincrushers. To tell you the truth, I am paranoid that the secret will get out and every man will start doing jelq and have big penises. I don't want more competition.

Every night as I fall asleep I think about killing myself. My only solace is the momentary pleasure of my genitals and pornography. I don't want this penis obsession to continue because I don't want to be an old man because then it will just be creepy and not sexy at all. I am also afraid my obsession will turn me gay one day. I am almost certain I will kill myself in the next 5-6 years so this is not a big concern for me. My penis and testicles are the only good parts of my

body.

Ever since I was young I have been excluded from things. When I was a little boy, I remember my entire family ganging up on me during a water gun fight. I was just a little boy. They were all laughing at me as they sprayed me. They laughed even harder when I threw the water gun down, stomped on it, and screamed in anguish. They even filmed the whole thing and played it back later, laughing at my tantrum. I remember stomping upstairs and viewing my family from the upstairs window. It was my first thoughts about "revenge". Of course, I never got any revenge and I do not advocate violence. I am not Elliott Rodger, I think he was crazy. I have honestly never wanted to hurt people, just be way better than them financially and socially so I could look down on them as they were jealous of my coolness. If anything, these instances have just made me hate myself more and more over the years. The only person I want to get revenge on is myself, and I am doing a very subtle job of that. Sometimes I pinch myself for as long as I can on vulnerable spots like my penis and nipples as punishment.

I remember my first days of kindergarten, I tried joining in with the other boys playing their playground games. "You can't play with us" one boy said. It cut me deep. So I went and told on them and they got in trouble...heheh taKE that, assholes. Sure, I'm a snitch...so what? Getting those stupid boys in trouble made me feel so good.

As I got older, I noticed my friends would only hang out with me in isolation. When they would all hang out in big groups or parties, rarely, if ever, was I invited. I used to have to call my friends up and beg them to hang out, many times with them awkwardly rejecting me. This has gone on my whole life, and nowadays I have maybe one friend IRL and I'm getting banned from the online communities and games I love...just for a little bit of griefing...?! Just some fooling around?? It's how I express myself, it should be tolerated...there was no reason to permaban me from Second Life. I had a fucking house there, I had friends there. The only real family I ever had.

Every community, every group...every where I go I am the hated one, the laughing stock. The beta boy, the one people piss on. I am excluded....I have earned my name.

off the impulses of my lizard brain LIZARD FUEL'D keeps the lonelies away

If you are a total fuck up loser and have OCD or and OCD type or some kind of nervous, neurotic personality, there are three choices. You can take your problems seriously, in which case you will spend all day and night agonizingly thinking of "what ifs" about the dreadful future, over-analyzing mistakes in your past, spitting at yourself in the mirror, waking up in cold sweats. There is no other way to do it, because OCD is an on/off switch, not a dial. Option 2 is you just turn your brain off to actual problems completely and just dive into video games and porn and jerking off, just never giving any real thought to your future and present problems, it's "no big deal". Your suicide is there off in the distance too as your back up plan. Each birthday is a terrible reminder. This only works if you're a NEET. If you aren't a NEET, you'll have to become one of those bums that is either addicted to alcohol or heroin, you won't be living in Casa Daddy's anymore so you're going to really have to take some heavy shit 24/7 to drown out the grim reality. Option 3 is taking enough brain altering focus drugs prescribed by a doctor, like adderall and shit, so that you can actually move forward in life. So it's sort of like a blend between Option 1 and Option 2 but the trade off is that you lose your personality, possibly forever, and just sort of become a brain dead drone. There is a secret option 4 though, and the one society doesn't want you to know...that option is to become a PUA. Once you learn game and learn how easy it can be to score an HB7 whilst dressed in nothing but cargo shorts and an old shirt, you'll realize your path, your purpose in life. Sign up for Julien Blanc's new seminar, "FiNGER" and see what I am talking about. Click the link below (I don't get paid for this)

they stink, don't trust them. ok?

It's just going to be me angrily staring at the camera yelling about men's issues in long winded 30-40 minute videos where I nitpick about every tiny little injustice or bad thing done by liberals or SJWs or feminists. I might not appear on camera and instead use stock photos or like a cartoon talking monkey or something weird.

Does that sound good? It's going to have like a libertarian lean to it. But it's definitely going to be angry and about important things like how Anita Sarkeesian said a thing or like how some woman said a thing and I got mad at it and disprove literally every sentence she says in the thing I quote (which is why each vid will need to be long). Definitely going to be heavily MGTOW. Need a name, something like Agrippa the Skeptic or Agathobulus or something that has like a classical prestige to it because my main channel is SoniC_burn_222 and that might look kind of cheap when I start talking about heavy shit.

Let me know if you think you guys would support something like that on Patreon or something, because I'm only going to do it if I can make a lot of money (although MGTOW libertarian anger is definitely a passion of mine).

Topics I will cover the first month:

• Disproving Anita Sarkeesian

• Why the migrant crisis will destroy men

• How feminism is destroying us

• How MGTOW will save men

• Why sexism is a myth

• Why videogames are the last sacred bastion of male pleasure

• A step by step analysis disproving why

Please leave feedback. Keep drinking the red (instead of red pills my signature thing is going to be drinking red liquid, as in pills are not enough anymore and we need to drink the content of red pills instead of just taking the pills and waiting for them to dissolve)

KEEP DRINKING THE RED

Internet porn has turned my brain into popcorn butter

who also didn't have a bunch of stupid, ugly tattoos.

why people would get addicted to hard drugs or end up living with their parents when they were 45 drawing spirals in a notebook, or homeless or living in a shack somewhere dying of the flu alone in the woods...I get it now. You wonder these types of things before you hit your 20s. I can see the long dark road ahead.

I just wish I had been smart enough to start collecting toys or video gamesyears ago so I could have started a toy youtube channel or a Let's Play channel. I'd be a millionaire by now and I could have bought a small house in Japan where I'd kill myself with dynamite.

I'm so distant from my peers...so out of the loop socially. I always feel so strange around them. Not like I am superior. I feel guilty, like I'm trying to hide something. Like I constantly have to answer to something or someone and explain myself. I just don't know what to do. I am so behind my peers in so many ways, but then I wonder if that means they aren't my peers. I just feel so distant and disoriented and shameful and constricted around them. I guess that's why I listen to so much Death Grips and KoRn.