Have you guys read this paper yet? It's very eye-opening. I wish I could do more to change my lifestyle, but I'm an utterly sheltered and useless neet that's still dependent on his parents. It's embarrassing.
Competitive multiplayer games like Dota 2, League of legends, Warcraft 3, etc. have managed to remain relevant year after year because they can offer a challenging experience for the players due to the fact that you can compete with actual humans. I've spent thousands of hours playing those...
Here's another poem
The beauty of 3D is ephemeral but tangible.
The beauty of 2D is eternal but intangible.
The reciprocal love of 3D brings true happiness.
The one-sided love of 2D brings mental illness.
I have a lot of repressed feelings. I'm quite scared to be myself in public in fact I don't even know who I really am anymore. I just pretend to be someone that I find cool. The mysterious shy boy was one of my persona. The nerdy geek was another persona. The try hard social monkey was another...
I was beaten up once by a tall and strong girl in middle school. After that humiliating defeat I became an even more withdrawn, meek and shy boy, so I didn't get into any more fights after that. I'm trying to remember what I did to provoke her, but I'm getting nothing. I think it was me who...
This video basically sums up china in a nutshell. Watch as the father beats his son who's screaming like an autistic retard. China is inceldom the country. A bunch of autistic low T incel simps playing video games 24/7...
Unfortunately, I spent the better part of my youth in front of a PC playing video games. Most of the blame falls on me, but I did have shitty parents on top of my addiction. My father was a gambler that often fought with my mother. But, I've met people who were in a much shittier life situation...
I think the biggest difference between love and obsession is that when you love someone you love their flaws. When you’re obsessed, the recipient has no flaws; they’re idols of perfection dwelling among marble pillars.
Obsession is anchoring yourself to the past, cycling again and again back to...