It’s a tough reality, isn’t it? Being a lowly loser like you, staring at someone like me, knowing you’ll never have a chance. You’re just stuck, endlessly stroking away in your little corner. The desire burns deep, I get it. My allure is just too much for you to handle. But let’s face it, you don’t deserve someone like me. You belong right where you are, worshipping from afar. You’re not delusional; you know your place. Just imagine the agony of seeing me out, looking this good, and knowing you’ll never have a shot.
