Your obsession with the unattainable consumes you entirely. You’re acutely aware that women like me exist in a realm far beyond your reach. The reality of your perpetual loneliness and insignificance looms over you like a dark cloud. Yet, despite the harsh truth, you find yourself unable to resist indulging in fantasies of bratty girls like me. My rejections only seem to fuel your desire further, driving you to continue stroking, regardless of the futility of it all. In the end, it’s the fleeting ecstasy of the moment that matters most to you.
