Bitter Awakening to the Blackpill

I’m so sick of pretending any of this is normal. Every day I walk into school and it’s the same thing:

foids giggling with guys who look like they were printed in a lab. Tall,

perfect jawlines, zero effort. Meanwhile I’m stuck with a recessed chin,

bad canthal tilt, and everyone acts like “confidence” is going to fix bone structure.

Yeah, okay. They tell you to looksmaxx like it’s some cheat code.

Shower more. New haircut. Gym. As if squats are going to un-recess

my face. I’ve done the research. I know the stats. Blackpill isn’t pessimism—it’s realism.

Attraction is automatic. You either pass or you don’t, and I don’t. Every rejection