Dias de los Muertos Sabado (second draft)

I am writing this in order to warn anybody who will listen. I know people will automatically assume I am a cuck or that I am someone who has turned my back on what makes the red pill community what it is but I don’t care. Even if there is only the slightest chance someone might heed this warning, it is necessary. I find it ironic that for all of my bluster and anger it took me until my life was in danger to figure out my mistakes. Like you all, I was a member of the red pill community. … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos Sabado (second draft)

Dias de los Muertos: Sabado (Complete)

  I am writing this in order to warn anybody who will listen. I know people will automatically assume I am a cuck or that I am someone who has turned my back on what makes the red pill community what it is but I don’t care. Even if there is only the slightest chance someone might heed this warning, it is necessary. I find it ironic that for all of my bluster and anger it took me until my life was in danger to figure out my mistakes. Like you all, I was a member of the red pill … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos: Sabado (Complete)

Dias de los Muertos: Sabado finale

The library in my dream was even colder this time, if that is possible. This time the masked figure was waiting for me. I didn’t even try to escape this time. The figure gestured at me and I felt magnetically attracted to following it. We winded down corridors and eventually found ourselves in a massive chamber. It had a stained glass sealing with hieroglyphs and runes. It was almost comical, because they really didn’t mixed well. The walls also had carvings of chickens with multiple beaks. The word cuck was inscribed in the wall. The masked figure sniggered derisively. I … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos: Sabado finale

Dias de los Muertos: Sabado parte 6

The week afterwards was the longest week of my life. Every night I would return to that labyrinth of a library. Each time the masked figure would chase me and corner me. Every time the icy horror would seize me and I would run regardless of the fact that I actively knew I couldn’t escape. Every night eh library would have new corridors and would even have special rooms. Sometimes I would see people in the rooms having horrible things happening to them. The most common was Kristina, being assaulted by the masked figure. I would always look away and … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos: Sabado parte 6

You matter

I don’t know you but I don’t need to. You matter No matter how many times you fuck up You matter In your darkest hour, You Matter When you are on the top of the world You matter When you feel alone You Matter When you are lying alone You matter I want you to know that you never alone. For those who struggle with anxiety and who toil under the weight of depression. Mental health issues are not your fault. I have struggled and so have you. We are human, you and I. Be kinder to yourself and remember … Continue reading You matter

Dias de los Muertos Parte 1-5

I am writing this in order to warn anybody who will listen. I know people will automatically assume I am a cuck or that I am someone who has turned my back on what makes the red pill community what it is but I don’t care. Even if there is only the slightest chance someone might heed this warning, it is necessary. I find it ironic that for all of my bluster and anger it took me until my life was in danger to figure out my mistakes. Like you all, I was a member of the red pill community. … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos Parte 1-5

Dias De los Muertos: Sabado Parte 4

The dream was the most lucid and memorable dream I have ever had in my entire life. I had never been on acid or LSD but I swear that this must have been what that was like. I appeared in a large room that appeared to be like a library but was colder than it had any right to be. The floor was stone and I could hear whispering voices all around me. The whispering was unintelligible but was very soft and creepy. The temperature was clearly below zero and I felt underdressed as I was still wearing my t-shirt … Continue reading Dias De los Muertos: Sabado Parte 4

The Mirror

We are so close yet understanding eludes me. You seem to know me but yet still are a stranger What inspires this cruel twisting darkness? My heart is warm and yet far too cold Duality I think, Duality I am. Must I hear the protestations of my weak soul Must I deal with my weakness and pitiful silence Anxiety crushing my heart like a vice You say I am not a man and I yell You say I am not a man and I protest I say I am not a man and I weep I see the tormentor and … Continue reading The Mirror