“[SuicideFuel] Valentines Day
Let's face it. Valentine's Day is for winners.”
You mean normies. Normal people who aren’t misogynists or misandrists, and can carry on a conversation with the object of their attraction.
“People who are REALLY loved.”
And the incel gets to define ‘real’ love? That’s like asking a serial killer to define boundaries.
“When you go back to your fucking cubicle tomorrow, that hole in the cubicle next to you. Yeah, you know her name, she doesn't know yours. That bitch. She has someone who really loves and cares for her. She's gonna get a single red rose, she's gonna get wined and dined to the tune of $200 from Brad.”
Heh. The cubicle next to me is my wife, you absolute loser. I only call her a bitch when we’re playing Scrabble and she ruins my line on the triple word score.
“She's gonna get that kiss goodnight, and then some. And what are you gonna do?”
Kiss her good night, obviously. And good morning. And have a good day at work. And, sometimes, if no one else is watching our cubicles, kiss her good meeting.
"You're gonna go home, and look at that Beretta 9 mm you bought 2 months ago, with mismatched ammo, because you are so much of a fuckup you can't even get the details of suicide right.”
Meh. Haven’t been suicidal since high school. I got laid.
How do you get the details wrong? You buy a gun from the guy at the counter, you say you also want ammo, he’s going to reach for the 9mm, right? What’d you do, ARGUE with him?
“And then you'll and stare at it, as you browse incels.is, and watch 'the Bachelor' for no reason other than to feel more incredibly pained and lonely than how you already are.”
Oh, you’ll never suicide. You get too much joy from telling people how miserable you are and how miserable THEY really are. Couldn’t possibly end your own pain and leave us alone.