Pasta o femcelach
You will never be a real femcel. You have no autism, you have no virginity, you have no kind of desire to develop a personality independent from your own gender identity. You are a popular bimbo twisted by hentai and bipolar personality disorder into a crude mockery of a stone cold virgin woman.
All the “rejection” you get is because you go for fatherless men with commitment issues who compulsively cheat on you. Behind your back men masturbate to images of you. Your parents are present in your life, or worse, proud of you. "Incels” line up your message requests by the hundreds, which you will all respond to when your next bout of bipolar mania hits and not even an unwashed homeless leper will be below your sexual standards.
Men are utterly obsessed with you. Centuries of societal collapse have ruined men's ability to carry around any kind of masculinity, nurture or empathy, yet because of your lack of self-control you decide to play along with this porn-obsessed time in culture and cater to the whims of entitled stunted autists with perpetually adolescent brains. Even women who post "ugly" pictures of themselves with bad angles and no makeup fuel obsessive frothing sexual rage in a man. Your nonstop attention whoring selfie posting on your Facebook stories and your performative unhinged schizo yandere LARPing are dead giveaways. And even if you manage to earn a little online femcel clout, you'll get cancelled the second your DMs get leaked and everybody gets a glimpse of your 12+ man body count and your Instagram story replies.
You will never be depressed. You wrench out fake lonelyposting every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be miserable, but deep inside you all you do is hornypost, and the "him" you're obsessed with and talk about wanting to stalk all day is just your friendless pedophile ex who you dated at age 14 when he was 28 and leaked your nudes but who you're still obsessed with because he was the only man who was mildly nice to you when no one was looking.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll get old before you get the chance to develop any kind of genuine bond with another man and end up marrying a sugar daddy who will cheat on you twenty times a year and abuse you. Your looks will fade and your OnlyFans revenue won't be able to fulfill the monthly payments on your $2 million dollar home. Your parents will leave this mortal plane with their last emotion being the anxiety of leaving their baby daughter a miserable deflated sex doll who spent her life depending on her body to survive. Younger women will come to fulfill men's pedophilic porn addictions, and every acquaintance for the rest of your life will know that you were a fakecel. Eventually you will pass on surrounded by debt and unsigned divorce papers. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is the taste of your mouth on about 40 other men.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “rejection” you get is because you go for fatherless men with commitment issues who compulsively cheat on you. Behind your back men masturbate to images of you. Your parents are present in your life, or worse, proud of you. "Incels” line up your message requests by the hundreds, which you will all respond to when your next bout of bipolar mania hits and not even an unwashed homeless leper will be below your sexual standards.
Men are utterly obsessed with you. Centuries of societal collapse have ruined men's ability to carry around any kind of masculinity, nurture or empathy, yet because of your lack of self-control you decide to play along with this porn-obsessed time in culture and cater to the whims of entitled stunted autists with perpetually adolescent brains. Even women who post "ugly" pictures of themselves with bad angles and no makeup fuel obsessive frothing sexual rage in a man. Your nonstop attention whoring selfie posting on your Facebook stories and your performative unhinged schizo yandere LARPing are dead giveaways. And even if you manage to earn a little online femcel clout, you'll get cancelled the second your DMs get leaked and everybody gets a glimpse of your 12+ man body count and your Instagram story replies.
You will never be depressed. You wrench out fake lonelyposting every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be miserable, but deep inside you all you do is hornypost, and the "him" you're obsessed with and talk about wanting to stalk all day is just your friendless pedophile ex who you dated at age 14 when he was 28 and leaked your nudes but who you're still obsessed with because he was the only man who was mildly nice to you when no one was looking.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll get old before you get the chance to develop any kind of genuine bond with another man and end up marrying a sugar daddy who will cheat on you twenty times a year and abuse you. Your looks will fade and your OnlyFans revenue won't be able to fulfill the monthly payments on your $2 million dollar home. Your parents will leave this mortal plane with their last emotion being the anxiety of leaving their baby daughter a miserable deflated sex doll who spent her life depending on her body to survive. Younger women will come to fulfill men's pedophilic porn addictions, and every acquaintance for the rest of your life will know that you were a fakecel. Eventually you will pass on surrounded by debt and unsigned divorce papers. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is the taste of your mouth on about 40 other men.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.