kitchencels

Tried to step out of my comfort zone. what a fucking retard. butternut squash, apple, ham, ginger, all of it wasted because I thought I could do something new and different. Foul, wretched bastard soup fathered by an incompetent and perverse retard. Depraved, a sin against God.

skinny misshapen homonculus burger simmering in its own filth. It never had a chance. Is this how God felt making me? a pitiful and unloved creature made from the depths of darkness and hatred in my heart, I don't know if I want to hold it and cry or destroy it. unworthy of love.

something between beef stew and stroganoff but really just a fucking mess of bullshit that doesn't deserve to be called either. I pass down my curse to everything I create. I should be thankful I'll never have children to burden with my misery. The loneliness still hurts though..

my happiness is inherently selfish. I cannot be happy without taking it away from someone else. I don't belong among society. a freak. a monster. everyone has a soul mate, and then there is me. A mistake. every breath I take is robbing another of the privilege. and for what? rice

didn't get groceries. Had to make crude tunaslop but instead of mayo I used year old tahini I found in the back of my fridge from the time I utterly failed making hummus. Sriracha to make it edible. maybe the extra protein will help me bulk up so it's less humiliating being seen.

it's not a "grilled cheese with ham", it's called a monte cristo you brainless foid, don't you fucking know anything? That's how I imagine the conversation would go if I made this for someone. but I made it for myself and ate it alone.

What am I doing with this fucking chicken. what's the fucking point. someone that matters could've eaten this. But I have made it vile and depraved, in my image, and now I have no choice but to choke on my thoughtless and sinful existence of waste, rot, and decay.

"it's always darkest before the dawn" or whatever, that's what I have to tell myself. God won't let me die but keeps punishing me. I don't understand why the suffering never ends. I don't see any light at the end of the tunnel. just more fucked up evil goycel slop for the chud

every damn day I make the same ugly sub-5 chud clusterfuck of potato onion and egg that I should be flayed alive for daring to consider an omelette and every day it looks just as ugly as the last. "keep practicing, you'll improve" what a loaf of horseshit nothing ever gets better

never catch a fucking break. everything always going wrong in my life. try to contain my chud rage but it's so hard. The world is mocking me. God wants me to unleash my chud rage but I don't know if I have the heart to do it. I don't want to be like this I just want to be normal.

potato, onion, egg. kinda like a spanish tortilla if you ignore the part where its ugly dogshit slop made by a stupid fucking retard who can't do anything right and deserves to be pulled apart by horses for allowing my miserable subhuman existence to burden the world another day

so sick of everything. So sick of how I'm treated, sick of being alone. sick of everything going wrong in my life. Sick of existing as a punchline in the lives of everyone around me. can't evsn fry this stupid freak pervert incel salmon without the bottom getting stuck to the pan

"easy peel packaging" yeah. ok. yet another thing that's easy for normal people that I struggle with. it's easy just be yourself, just put yourself out there. it's just so easy for anyone who isn't a complete fucking retard. rub it in my face. I can't do anything and I'm a freak.

making my own goychow. I have to doit myself. always. Can't rely on anyone. everyone let's me down when I need someone. and I'm a useless chud who can't do anything myself. We live in retard world. ran by retards for retards. It would be funny if I wasn't such a sad pathetic chud

why do I bother eating. what purpose do I serve? why do I take the lives of other things, why fuel my pathetic chud body? I have no right to walk on the grass under my feet let alone eat the fruits of this earth. subhuman retard less than a vegetable piece of shit freak pervert

potato and onion were all I had today for my stupid peasant goyfeed omelette. fucked up, malformed, a reflection of its creator. I wonder what kind of God would create a freak like me. I dont understand why I'm permitted to wake up every morning, to breathe the same air as others

everyone either hates me or acts like I don't exist. couldn't even flip my stupid retard omelette without breaking it. I just want it to get better. so sick of everything. Every day God has a new humiliation for me to endure.

you can go your whole life feeling rejected by and isolated from the world, try to create a space for yourself and find peace in self-reliance, and fuckimg dipshit retards will come into your own subreddit and call you "larper". there is nowhere for me but the kitchen. simmering.

trust the recipe, the chefs are in the kitchen