Dear Women,I don't resent you anymore, I see no capacity for love in you at all. Your soul is barren and infertile. I see you as nothing but unpleasant. Why anyone lied on your behalf to say you were any good, or right about anything, or had empathy or maturity or any other mark of positivity about you I don't know. It was a lie and a mistake. You are the utter worst all the time, and you feel no impulse to act any better. Let the sun never rise for you, you live wandering in an eternal dark. Your soul is lost, never to be found. You're hopeless, and hopelessness inducing. Man is far better off without you, and he only ever believes in an illusion of women made of complimenting lies and excuses, never in the real you who is unjust, unworthy, untrustworthy, and unloving forever. Woe will be to any man who lets you hitch yourself onto his life. He's better off without you. You're worse than dead weight, you're a traitor and a schemer and a hostile he's let into his life and he was better off without you, and would be better off leaving you behind. If my mind could conjure up a harsher denouncement with these symbols of English, I would share it.Anon>Last Thread:>>83090447
