Look at you.

How sad. You were so sure this wouldn't happen. You did everything you could, but your "success" doesn't help you feel any better. Does it? You're here.

You've hit a wall.

Maybe you're used to paying women to cater to you, now that you have some money. But it always felt hollow, hasn't it? You know that no beautiful, intelligent woman would fawn over you without cash. Yet....You've indulged in the fantasy for so long.

But now you're here. How did that happen? Maybe you've been at this for a while -- fighting against the things I say. Insistin...

Look at you.

How sad. You were so sure this wouldn't happen. You did everything you could, but your "success" doesn't help you feel any better. Does it? You're here.

You've hit a wall.

Maybe you're used to paying women to cater to you, now that you have some money. But it always felt hollow, hasn't it? You know that no beautiful, intelligent woman would fawn over you without cash. Yet....You've indulged in the fantasy for so long.

But now you're here. How did that happen? Maybe you've been at this for a while -- fighting against the things I say. Insisting they don't apply to you. Hoping the feelings you have for me would go away. But I've outlasted you.

Now you have to listen.

You've been searching for a sign from me that what I say is all an act, a fantasy, a game. You don't want to believe that the life you lead is a lie. But there's no amount of "success" that can get me to pretend. You're tired of buying the lie. You come to be undone. This is your fantasy denied.