How many years has it been? How many nights spent alone-going to bed with loser jizz drying on your unwanted dick? You weren’t built for intimacy, for passion, for pleasure with a real woman. You know that. You’ve known it for years. That’s why you’ve spent countless hours spiraling down the most depraved corners of the internet—desperate for something, anything to fill the void. Fetishes you’d never admit to. Kinks born from isolation. Each one pulling you further into the depths of your own pathetic humiliation. And now? Now, you’re too far gone. You can’t even fantasize about pussy without feeling sick, because you know you’ll never have it. No woman has ever wanted you. No woman ever will. You’re the worst of the worst—a failure, a reject, a beta bitch with no hope, no future, no way out. You’ll always be this. Forever. So why even pretend? Embrace what you are. Accept your fate. Sink deeper. Give up completely.
