I was speaking to my girlfriend about life and then I remember that a year ago today I attempted to kill myself, not because of the blackpill or my looks or inceldom, but because I had sexual assault allegations given to me by my ex who sexually assaulted me.
The story goes as follows:
We were in the forest on a walk, found a little makeshift campfire site and we took a rest, she was sat on my lap playing with my hair and giggling, and I placed my face in her chest, whilst she giggled, but she was recording when I did this without me knowing.
We then got up like 5 minutes later, then she got on her knees and grabbed my cock through my clothes. I mean obviously I was uncomfortable with this in the middle of a forest and so I pushed her off. She got moody, we then went home and a week later we broke up. Then another week later I was being blocked and unfriended by everyone, receiving death threats, the lot. I later found out from a group of friends who luckily hated her enough to not believe her and I was told that I allegedly sexually assaulted her. My world turned upside down because a lot of my friends had dropped me because of these accusations, I was losing my mind at night which I did not sleep, I was headbutting my wall, my doors, punching myself in the face, I was basically covered in blood. I was awake the whole night and the next morning there was a loud knock at my door, the police was there. I open the door and they invite themselves in and sit me down and talk to me about it, trying to get my side of the story, they didnt believe it, I ended up in cuffs and taken down to the station where I was interviewed, they let me out later that day luckily as they could sense that I was telling the truth when I was denying it because I was in tears, not crocodile tears either.
When I arrived home from the station, I had broke down crying and swallowed about 9 ibuprofen tablets and 5 paracetamol tablets. I was in tears when my mother came in after I took them and forced me to throw up the pills I tried to overdose on. Luckily I did throw them up.
If it wasn't for my mother then I wouldn't be here today writing this.
Following this incident, I fell down a path of inceldom and the blackpill (i was a pretty ugly kid at the time), I would not sleep for nights on end, I basically lookminimized. Fortunately enough, I met a girl who is now my girlfriend and ever since then I've been happier.
