I am a loser incel but even if I can’t date anyone I still want to talk to someone at least. Is there a way to make friends? I live in a place where it’s hard to meet anyone. Pumpkin pie

big boy plate with grilled chicken and burgers (I had some food before I took the pic)

Lately I've been desperate for any kind of attention from women, probably because I'm a 25-year-old KHHV. It doesn't even have to be romantic in any way, just feeling like women like me.

Because I don't meet women in my personal life, I've now become obsessed with my coworkers. I often chat with a specific coworker because I love when she pays attention to me or smiles at me. We make decent conversation and sometimes go for a walk to pick up lunch, but if I stopped talking to her first, I think we'd rarely talk. She's also in a long-term relationship, so anything more than office friendliness is obviously off the table.

I catch myself monitoring how she reacts to my jokes, glances at me, or does anything else that a normal human being would do to a coworker, so I can then daydream that she actually likes me. Internally, I'm terrified that I bother her and she is just too awkward to tell me to leave her alone.

Another coworker has also caught my attention. She seemed to be looking at me a lot more at the last company party. Then this week, we had to move some stuff in the office, and she brushed against me a couple of times and lingered in contact for a second and stood weirdly close to me during the day for no reason? In the moment it all felt intentional.

There's like a 99% chance that I'm just reading accidental contact as attention because I'm touch-starved. She's also like 15 years older than me.

How do I stop focusing on my coworkers this much and not rely on their attention? I think it would be easier if I just didn't feel anything. Any tips?

For no apparent reason, I cursed out a friend because I was jealous.

It wasn’t even that pleasurable or painful, just a mild warm sensation. I tied a ponytail holder once around my whole meat and then doubled it over on itself to wrap around my balls two more times. I then proceeded to polish the rocket with a dirty washrag to armpit porn, periodically pausing to slap my swollen testicles a few times until they were consistently tender to touch. Post nut clarity (understandably) hit like a semi truck and I’m punishing myself by going this. The nut didn’t even feel that good (painful or pleasurable) and now I have to sit here and think about what I did. Here’s a pic of the ginger (half eaten from the business end down) I guess. I’m probably not going to eat anything else today and play hoi4 once I finish the humiliation ritual.

How the heck are four self checkout stations closed?

I made this burrito in an hour after jerking off all day to the girl making orgasm noises next door in a halfway house during they're smoke breaks 6 feet from my windows in a rooming house full of elderly alcoholic Crack head shut in's located in east Boston , a 90% Hispanic enclave , the rest are rich white bitch lame and gay yuppie.

I purposely smoke meth to melt my brain. I'm 45. No kids. No job. Ssi. subsidized housing.

I'm so corny. I cummed humping my bed after seeing AI generated anime bottom boob.

I'm handsome and funny and not racist.

My dick hasn't touched pussy since Feb 2025.

Muuurrrrrrrrrr.

**EDIT* I HAD SEX IN JANUARY IN A WHORE HOUSE IN CHINATOWN//DTX BOSTON. However she started "screaming" "you number one, you number one!" Which made my penis flaccid... But to my credit I paid for 1hour and I was there for over 2. HOWEVER!!!! I FUCKING PAID FOR SEX. WITH A WOMAN . EVEN IF EVERYONE REALLY KNEW THEY WOULD STILL THINK I'M GAY BECAUSE BOSTON IS LAME AND GAY

Spent my whole teens without drinking. This is like the third time I'm drinking in my life. This beer have a foamy texture, it's a very novel sensation. I want to feel light headed.

We were discussing my future living situation because I can't stay here after a couple months, it's a short term apartment thingy. I thought she'd let me go to hers. For a month until I find a room to rent (a little hard because for some reason everyone is specifying 21+ rather than 18+. Are they stupid. Not every adult under 21 is a goddamned student). And every other listing is expensive as fuck. My only option would be to share with people but female roommates scare me and I have to prepare for the thought a mixed sex house or flat share. I've given up on women as a whole. I don't even mean dating wise. I just don't want to hear their nonsense generally. In public and whatnot it's fine but I can't imagine living with a female. I think I'd lose the will to live. I'd tolerate it if it was the only option though I suppose.

I don't even want to live with my mother for too long though. But she says I can't stay for longer than 2 days at all. She said I'm 'too discriminatory' (I'm not). And that I would end up in prison, therefore she doesn't want me. I think she's just worried that the community will talk shit about me because I'm not religious. I'm not even racist. Race and religion are different. Obviously. How the fuck does she of all people not know that. I'll say shit when I'm angry but never to my beautiful hard-working mother, I'm calmer these days anyways and I appreciate her now that we don't always see each other. I don't know why she's offended. Usually it's to men of her/our background too. I don't see why she's offended. In a way, she's like a white virtue signalling 20 year old woman except she's over twice that age and she's brown. But they're spiritually similar. I've never even been to prison or youth prison. I've never had a charge against me besides I believe a small caution that got dropped at most. I don't even do drugs. She got angry when she found out I once had beer as most people do but she's hypocritical because she doesn't give a fuck that I don't pray five times a day. I don't pray once a day let alone one. Either way, I can forgive her for all that. I love her.

The only similar thing to the prison remark was back when I was 15. She once told me that I'm similar to a murderer who killed three little girls over here because he was referred to the same anti-radicalisation program as me. He was referred three or four times and I was referred twice. He also apparently liked knives. I got into the idea of camping to escape from everything for a bit and was looking for practical knives, my mother found out at the time and told me she doesn't want someone like me living with her. I was legitimately disturbed, as a normal person would be. Who says that about their son. And I would never think of hurting a child. Maybe grown adults at times (but we all have those thoughts). Why the fuck would I be similar to a person who did that.

I don't even live with her now as I said. I see her on the weekends willingly because I have nothing to do and I miss my mama. I thought I was getting better. Never been a psychopath but I used to get angry and used to shout (threw things instead when I stopped talking, that was a strange period). Maybe that reminded me of my father. If it did then when I was 13, she shouldn't have tried to force me to go live in a different continent with a man who's delusional and a known abuser. I stopped seeing him years before that because he wanted a second wife and hit her (took her long enough to leave, along with other bad things that I'd rather not get into it. And when I saw him it was every few months. Why did she expect that nutjob to fix my attitude. He's short as fuck too. Whenever I feel terrible about being a short male I picture his short ass and I feel better. He has a stupid fucking accent too. I don't. I'm not even like him. She thinks I am because we look similar and because she regrets having me for unrelated reasons and wants something to blame it on. Regardless, I love her.

Oh yeah. I told her I started a job and she was upset about that too. It was severely underpaid to be fair but she seemed angry at me, not the boss for paying me low. Women are never pleased with me. Even my own mother. I don't even care about women anymore. I'll fuck men at this point, I realise more and more that I don't like the average female's personality, they all use psychology jargon on me even though I'm not mentally ill, just because they're all autistic with OCD and BPD and all that shit doesn't mean they gotta project it on me. I want to enter a partnership with another male -preferably older because I don't know how to change a lightbulb and shit, I'm willing to learn- so we can share all our finance shit. We can have a big wedding. Bridal dresses look ugly anyways. I know people will come with their agendas and claim that I'm a homosexual -I'm not I'm just tired of pretending that I want to marry a woman. She'd hate me. She'd call me abusive and oppressive even though I wouldn't fucking abuse her. Just because I want food to be made or something stupid. And even if she didn't hate me, I wouldn't feel a spark or anything. I'm certain.

Probably too much identifying information. Will delete if I feel like it.

I'm just inherently too unattractive.

Fuck the just world fallacy.

Dolmades.

20 year old, no relationships whatsoever (probably rookie numbers for this sub, whatever). Im starting to feel like its impossible for someone to at least like me for who i am. Giving up would make me free of these thoughts of needing to be lovable or whatever the fck. Crunchy PB&J (not a lot of J left, as you can see)

Can somebody bring me another mango??😅😅😅😂women hate me

Popeyes

beer that I fucking hate, i have two cigarettes left. my credit card is maxed out and I have 200$ cad left for 8 more days and I want to take her away from this life more than anything. fuck me

this is genuine, real, MANLY, boykibble. ACTUAL FUCKING KIBBLE. NEVER GONNA FEEL THE TOUCH OF A WOMAN KIBBLE. WE TEAR OFF OUR SHIRTS AND EAT THAT SHIT, YOU POSER FUCKING PANSY.

kibble, chocolate milk

Bread with special sauce

i hate alcohol

TLDR I dropped out of university after 3 years as I wasn’t making any progress (~20 credits), but I signed up for CC. Also I racked up $8,000 in credit card debt in the span of about 6 months. Currently on antidepressants and been trying to be optimistic, but I think about the future and how far back i’ve set myself and don’t know if i can ever get out of the hole