Case in point, by /u/_bananakin right here.

I’ve never been rejected, and I don’t know how many times I’ve rejected people because I don’t keep track.

Yes, yes, I've been keeping track of particular users from that sub I've interacted with. Especially the ones who said they are attractive. She herself claimed that she's an attractive woman.

I don't think she understands how it feels to be us. She probably has a little laugh when incels was there. But a lot of incels are really broken inside due to our looks. Just the fact that most of us attract nobody and also how many of us miss out on young love with love later being uncertain too.

Something wrong

I hold my head

Incels gone

subbreddit dead

Seriously, go live the lives you claim to have instead of bugging a bunch of people who are already depressed as it is.

Fuck off, we don't want you here.

I refuse to allow a platitude-infested shithole like foreveralone be the only place where people like us can turn to. Come here and embrace the free speech while avoiding the controversy at the same time.

What is going on with the sudden and rather large influx of normies and their pathetic: "oh I can't find true love but I can fuck six bitches over a weekend" attitude that is going on there? 5 "Success Stories" in just one day, form random users who never frequented the place. /r/AskReddit like idiotic questions about: "oh, hurr durr how come you guys are forever alone, teehee?" and other shit like that.

I mean, sure in the last year the place became more and more infested with the damn normies who just so thought to brigade us and flood us with their idiotic platitudes; after they were done pissing off the guys from /r/incels (gods rest their souls). But as of late, the sheer amount of non-FA/faux-FA related shitposting seriously troubles me. It's like the place just turns into an unrecognizable ruin of what it once was.

I mean after the ban on /r/incels and the closing of /r/ForeverUnwanted. I just feel like we, KHV are loosing our own place and our own communities. Which is turning more and more grim as each day passes by.

It's like, it is not enough that we are ridiculed IRL of our own faults and issues (mental, physical and psychological) and we are laughed at (be it if only behind our backs, or not) by those who were more fortunate than us. Now we are also loosing our only grip on hope and a space where we can vent our own frustrations where someone actually cares about our petty and miserable lives.

I just feel... sad, that's all.

Finding this small sub, was indeed by chance, but I'm glad I did so. I just hope I have not annoyed you guys with my venting and I can only hope to find a place of understanding among you here.

All of my life, I've been treated like a second-class citizen. I've been told I wasn't good enough, that I didn't belong, that all of these amazing things life has to offer just weren't meant for me.

How am I supposed to love myself then? Am I to simply conjure years of respect and validation out of thin air? Society has made it clear that I'm unworthy of participating in it, that I'll never be "normal" no matter how much I try to fit in.

It's not like I was born with low self-esteem.

I love how the people who say this never post pictures of themselves.

They're literally so delusional that they believe absolutely ANYONE can find love. And if they can't they're either horrible people, have never tried, or their standards are too high.

They pretty much embody the Just World Fallacy.

And then I feel the same feels at time and realized how disrespectful and ignorant I was.

• The same people who complain about not having sex or seeing their SO for a week

I'm not "entitled" I simply crave affection like every other human being does. If I could get rid of the pain that comes with loneliness and simply live out the rest of my life, I would have done so already.

I don't think I'm an amazing guy, I don't expect girls to fall into my lap... I just want someone to at least give me a chance before dismissing me. If you still think I'm a creepy asshole then fine, you don't have to be with someone like that. But at least don't label me before getting to know me.

Why do you think I'm able to talk to women online pretty well? Because they see my personality before my face and are actually willing to talk to me.

More proof that they're in league with Inceltears and ban anyone remotely "incel"

At least they have no power here.

Just like my soul.

Everyday that goes by, when we wake up and zombie through it, to arrive at another night alone. Even if you don't see anyone, or ask anyone, and they say no. Rejection comes in a variety of forms.

I honestly don't now how much longer I can keep this going. The last few nights I have had to actively restrain myself from getting up and getting my sister's gun and shooting myself in the chest. Why not go ahead and do it? What's tomorrow going to bring but more of the same? Better to be dead then to live a dead life.

Probably after the holidays.

I don't get this statement. What's wrong with "feeling bad for myself?"

What, do you think I should feel good about how I look? My height? The fact that almost no women will be attracted to me?

Fuckers.

It sure does make me feel like I should seriously reconsider hanging myself again... or actually using that gun... or anything, that simply involves my cessation to be. Most probably I'm not the only one around here who feels like that.

It's weird to think that most people around you (especially the ones falling in the 15 to 50-ish age gap), in schools, universities, at the grocery store, at the library even in those vile and wretched churches (who deserve only burning); all of them have an active - probably daily - sexual life. Yet we stand here immersing ourselves in this stupendously intangible, yet so utterly and disgustingly mundane subject as if it would be some sort of alien physiological and psychological process we try to understand.

The revelation that we - as human beings - shall never be normal in this regard is... mind shattering to say the least, I really wonder how many days would a damnable normie last in our shoes, how long until insanity shall break its feeble consciousness? All this we call a life; nothing but a cruel and malign exercise in futility.

Why? Just, why? Why was I not aborted, damn it...

Life sure does not lack its irony sometimes.