In the cold blanket less cave I'm trapped inside, love intimacy, naughtiness, & emotional grounding have inflicted failure after every drive. Mr. Rodger gets brought into my lore of the onion. Sex life has never been in my favor. Real clowns, the false comedians flock to my suffering. Larping angelicals want me to live in fear. Every insult comes from people that show true colors. The colors are so dim & empty. New spectators deem me as the clown because the propaganda ridiculing me is out of control. My investment in Katelyn's life has caused my face to emerge. Anti-Semitics mock the Jewish man keeping a roof over Katelyn's head. What is next? Nazis on this site come out of the wood work? Every week now, I get messages from trolls blaming me for the rape of Nanking because I am half asian. All of these people are self-loathing ants that I'm stepping on by just making paragraphs of text.
My expedition for the vaginal walls of my crush is still withering away. Seven days have passed since I sent those messages. My summer heart is going away and will move on from this girl soon. Forty years, now an alcoholic shows that a man of this degeneracy used to beat his wife and now is drinking and coping harder now that I'm failing at love. Realizing now, a great deal of rejects bully me because of fear that my genitals have more masculine function than others. But here we are. Savannah has no job. Vrchat is her go to. Depression cycles cause her to waste away in a digital world. Katelyn is more beautiful than ever. This Elliot Rodger joking is projection. The clowns that cowardly stuff their mouths with cheese puffs say the most deranged false hoods. Yet, Savannah glorified the columbine shooting. One day I will have a harem. Goths, white, danderes, & mommy material. Surely the clowns mocking me will be homeless by then.