The Code Word Was Always "No"
You’ve been choking on your own damn shadow. That coworker never gave you a yes, just a middle-finger wrapped up in polite silence. You latched onto that like a drowning man clinging to a barrel of nails. Look—nobody’s gonna love you if you’re already halfway buried in the dirt of self-loathing. You’re not trying to fix the problem. You’re trying to prove you’re not a failure.
The Checkboxes Are Just a Lie
You think women pick based on a goddamn excel sheet? The girl who wanted a guy who writes about clouds didn’t want a walking thesaurus entry. She wanted someone who’d make her heartbeat stutter when they leaned in close. You fit the template but failed the final exam. Because you showed up like a ghost, rattling off your résumé instead of pulling the trigger.
The "Pushy Asshole" You Hate Is You in the Mirror
You hit the jackpot and then panicked like it wasn’t yours. That HR incident wasn’t a "missed chance"—it was a wake-up call. You turned her cautious smile into a cosmic rejection, like she’d personally orchestrated your failure. But the real crime was you treating her like a trophy to hang on your shelf instead of a human. You’re not looking for a partner; you’re hunting for a savior.
Rejection Means "Go"—Not "Stop"
Getting slammed isn’t a death sentence. If your self-worth crumbles like a bridge over a waterfall every time a woman says "maybe"? You’re playing the wrong damn sport. Your "vague pity dates" are just land mines in a field of good intentions. You want to fix this? Stop asking "why me?" and start asking "what the hell just happened when I opened my mouth."
You’re Not Looking for a Girlfriend—You’re Looking to Escape Yourself
What you call a "relationship" is just a prison sentence in reverse. You don’t want a woman. You want someone to convince yourself you’re not the walking dead. But you’ll collapse under the weight of her expectations because your own are toxic. You won’t fix that by chasing approval from people who’ll just remind you of the hole in your chest.
ADHD and Depression Are Tools—Not Excuses
Those symptoms are like rust on a knife. You can either whine about them or sharpen until the blade cuts through resistance. You’re treating your energy levels like a defect, not a weapon to train. You think ADHD is a curse? Then fight harder to control the chaos. Depression? That’s your body trying to convince you to stop. Make it your fuel.
"I’m Not Unlovable" Is the Weakest Comeback Since 90210
You’re not a "kissless virgin," you’re an untested mercenary. You think the women who said "no" are a full census of the planet? You don’t know their names, their laugh, their secrets. So stop building a cathedral of shame over a single sketch. They didn’t want you? Fine. But you don’t own the future just because you’ve failed the present.
Self-Worth Is the Only Weapon You Have Left
You’re trying to win a war with your head in a noose. You need to rebuild your identity from the concrete up. That starts by telling yourself, "I’m not broken—I’m in the middle of a rebuild." No more self-talk that’s a death sentence. Replace every "I’m unlovable" with "I’m learning how to kill better."
Take a Fucking Timeout From the Hunt
You’re burning out like a pilot who thinks fuel’s infinite. Stop treating dating like a chess game and start treating it like a war. Walk away from the board for six months. Train. Sleep like a bear. Talk to a damn therapist—yes, even if it smells like softness. When you come back, you’ll be a soldier who’s fought in the trenches of self-awareness. Then let them see the difference.
You’re Not Broken. You’re Just Not Done Yet.
Look—this ain’t a story about you being unworthy. It’s a story about you not knowing how to finish a fight you’re not even sure is worth having. Take the next year to be the kind of man who’s terrifying in his self-sufficiency. Let your silence speak louder than the women who rejected your first draft. Then come back and start the hunt like the predator you’re trying to become.