I was going to give up coffee and junk food today but I will

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I was going to give up coffee and junk food today but I will make this day the final one. Another day of moping around central London, mad at my ugly genetics and all the normies who see me as scum because of it, and whining on 4chan will cultivate a sense of embittered purpose that will increase the chance that I later "make it" and avoid giving up a healthy and frugal lifestyle. I'm going to have lots of fast food today. I've postponed shaving and my haircut until tomorrow (no, I don't have a neckbeard or long hair, the face genetics are my only flaw). I'm going to hit a low in looks today. The large tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream I had yesterday piled on fat.

Just riding the underground to this station where I sit moping, I've seen lots of attractive women who consider me a disgusting non-Chad, including a 10/10 blonde (I know that makes me sound like Elliot but it is the truth). Also I saw Spanish speaking jailbaits on their own. And some other girls that would be considered 9s on a regular day.

It's kind of funny, of the 3 or 4 most attractive girls I've seen since moving to London, 2 or 3 of them were with their parents. Really makes you think.

My internal 4chan monologue dominates now. Usually when I see women my age I think in a mock girl voice, "Like, ew, he's not Chad!". When I see a Chad, I think in a mock deep voice, "Ay Stacey, dumb bish, get over here!" "Tee-hee! Cumming Chad!"

For me to sit here and drink this coffee takes more mental strength than Chad or Stacey need to run 15 km to raise money for whichever charity Instagrammers like. Think about it.