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Y/qD2L
No.3453
Today was just like any other day.
I’m still awake, like always.
Told my mum that I’ll be studying but I’m just here killing time and, with no pun intended, slowly killing myself too.
Well, earlier on;
Woke up late, like always.
I didn’t really wanna go to my caaching, and my mom had mentioned the day before on how she wanted to go to the local mall’s 99 store for cheap shopping. Seeing my chance, I hoped in with her; though she was upset and annoyed with me for skipping my classes. I don’t like going to public places because they make me so conscious of my flesh, my appearance and my damned existence. All will go well, I told myself. I had shampooed today and my hair weren’t curlish but rather kinda flat. Fortunately they retained their fluffiness and I felt good while walking in the mall.
The first thing I was aware about was my height. It’s high time everyone here admits that 5’7 is way below average for the modern generation. I saw a lot of girls who were towering me. Though, as they say, time heals all. I’m no longer so hyper aware about my height. It feels bad because it kinda eliminates me from being a man, and ever being able to successfully court some woman but you know what, anans? It’s completely fine. I have nothing to prove to anyone. If that’s what nature intended for me, so be it.
My mum and I proceeded to eat golgappe/panipuris, as the very first thing for the day. I didn’t like them for they lacked taste. They weren’t bland or unhygienic but missed the rawness (istg I’m just making words up) that a lot of golgappe stalls have. While at it, I noticed my surroundings and began to take a look at people around us. A lot of couples I saw had a very similar pattern. Either it was a tall ugly guy with a good girl or a mid guy with a mid girl. Quite blackpilling for your average Joe but I didn’t care. Why would i? I’ve grown calloused to all these clown spectacles. What difference would it even make if I managed to court some hot girl? Even when I was in relationships, I was never happy and always wanted more. Why would it be different if I, somehow, got with a good maiden?
After our golgappe spree, it was the usual commotion, my mum bought all these commodities which were nothing but the mark of human consumerism and the horrors of capitalism in the Indian society. She got in a fight over some bag but I didn’t intervene much and she didn’t seem happy about it. It’s not much of a big deal, said I, to her. Why give that guy anymore attention inside your head? Just move on, I replied. Then she proceeded to this huge shopping complex, and I being with her had to go to the women’s section. While there my eyes were met with this girl, she looked at me for a while and so did I. Could it be that she was interested? Could it be she found me somewhat attractive? Maybe. It didn’t matter.
Though while there, I did look myself into the mirror. A good face, good eyelashes, my hair were fluffy. All that i lacked was stature. Though it doesn’t matter, I convinced myself. Even if I were to be taller, I would still be self-contemptuous.
It was at this point I didn’t know what hit over me but I started fantasising about Italy, and Sicily to be more particular. I love the Mediterranean, man. It’s like this spiritual home. I don’t know where this love even came from. I love the sun, wine, naked women, old music, greenery and the ocean. Maybe it was only natural for me to pick up this love for the Med. I started whining about my lust for Sicily to my mum, who half-listened. Then I started talking about Italian food, only to mention pizza. If that’s the case, said my mum, let’s go eat some. And so we did. We went to domino’s, where the service was slow and gay. And i bumped into this fag whom I knew, but he didn’t. This fag was a chadjeet, as you would say. I was seeing him after a longtime. Knew him from school days, though never talked to him.
Saw that he was slightly balding, but still vital.
Then we packed up,
Y/qD2L
No.3454
Yaar dayaus sahab, just 4000 words limit?
Koi na, not much happened afterwards.
Also I didn’t mention on how I bought this electric shock prank pen and a water bottle.
The pen works like a charm and literally killed me twice. And about the bottle, well uhh, I dig into it and it’s PET 1 level plastic bottle. It’s beautiful but I’ll have to throw it away because it’s harmful. Interesting, maybe this bottle symbolises something more. But that’s for another day.
apologises for this faggy entry, I’m just trying to get into writing
Y/qD2L
No.3455
Also tomorrow is supposed to be an eventful day.
I’m bunking my caaching secretly to go watch the Godfather II re-release.
50/q/0
No.3457
>>3453(OP)
nobio nobita archetype
qezj16
No.3458
>>3454
Usually for accounts it's higher. I will increase it to 8k or something sirs.
hyCu5l
No.3484
gayee chamar your life hasnt started yet.
WOM7xB
No.3485
>>3453(OP)
very relatable anon
i frequently get compliments from people about how good looking.i am but only thing that fucked my self confidence is height (168)
its so brutal
but as you said time heals everything probably
but even still if i find someone smaller than me i feel a little better, i think this is what all those 6ft chads feel all the time
