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Good....morning, afternoon, evening, anons. Specifically talking to the lost anons ridden with depression, loneliness, exhaustion of the weight of feels that ever-so shackle your existence with its mocking rattle.

Isn't it hard to go to the gym? Well, for maybe it is for you. You surround yourself with good vibes, happiness when you are not happy, and you put yourself in an ironic setting that doesn't work. Want to know why the happy songs and happy, inspirational quotes won't work? Easy, it's because YOU are not happy.

You're mad, aren't you, anon? Envious. Fueled by desire, hatred? No? Of course you are. Feel these things and know that they are good feelings. You can't throw them away so easily because they follow you everywhere. You're mad because that petite girl you know is being fucked by someone else, right? Mad you're not respected, not understood, left alone by society to rot to nothing.

These feelings are hatred, anger, rage, depression, revenge-desired, chaotic, and can make you want to scream to the top of your lungs. This, anon, is your purpose. Let these negative bombs become your fuel, and work in the gym with rage and hatred, and you will see better results than the fool who once used positive bullshit to help him finish his set. Watch as you will destroy his reps, his goals, his drive. All with your hatred, your anger, your every spiteful drop of rage.

Watch what you become, as I have become. You too shall become an engine of physical hatred.