There is one thing that you obsessed over.
Mean.
Bratty.
Hot.
Girls.
That take one look at you and laugh, because you are so insignificant, so small and useless. You are just a piece of dust. You exist to be used, exploit, never loved, cruelly tormented and rejected.

Time to acknowledge where you stand, what you are. Just a loser, that gets hard by denial, by rejection. Stroke bitch, stroke while I verbally humiliate you, this is the most efficient way for you to understand reality. The real life of a loser.