You sit there by yourself in your lonely room, stroking your dick as you hate yourself. The despair that consumes you completely, seeping into every strand of your existence. You've accepted your fate for the past few years. No one, especially not women, loves you. The first time seems like it was yesterday. the escapee. the person who declared you unworthy and unworthy of her. You still haven't gotten over the embarrassment of her rejection. That's the guy you've always been. The person who women ignore and make fun of behind your back. You've made every effort to win them over and convince them of your value, but in vain. You have always been brought down by women. You simply are a fucking loser. You're pitiful, weak, and deserving of nothing genuine. That's the reason why love eludes you. You can't get enough because of this. Isn't that what you want? To be loved, surely? However, you are unworthy. You're not a man. You're just an annoying person who is unable to win over anyone.