You’re nothing more than a disgusting, sweaty heap of failure, aren’t you? That soft, fat body jiggles with every pathetic movement, a constant reminder of your inadequacy. You’ll never know the warmth of another’s touch, never feel the ecstasy of connection, because no one—not one single person—would lower themselves to touch a fat, greasy little loser like you. The very thought of you trying to be desirable is laughable. Can’t you see it? The sneers, the snickers, the looks of revulsion every time you dare to exist in their presence? You’ll die as you live—pathetic, untouched, and utterly...

You’re nothing more than a disgusting, sweaty heap of failure, aren’t you? That soft, fat body jiggles with every pathetic movement, a constant reminder of your inadequacy. You’ll never know the warmth of another’s touch, never feel the ecstasy of connection, because no one—not one single person—would lower themselves to touch a fat, greasy little loser like you. The very thought of you trying to be desirable is laughable. Can’t you see it? The sneers, the snickers, the looks of revulsion every time you dare to exist in their presence? You’ll die as you live—pathetic, untouched, and utterly forgotten, a virgin loser who was never worth anyone’s time. And that’s exactly what you deserve.