Your virginity, a self-imposed badge of honor, represents your fear and inadequacy more than anything else. It's a pitiful shield you've constructed to hide behind, afraid to face the realities of human connection and intimacy. You wear it like a crown, but all it does is highlight your immaturity, your failure to grow and evolve like the rest of humanity. You cling to it, desperately trying to convince yourself that it makes you special, but all it does is isolate you, leaving you alone and unloved.

And yet, perhaps that's what you deserve. Maybe your virginity is a self...

Your virginity, a self-imposed badge of honor, represents your fear and inadequacy more than anything else. It's a pitiful shield you've constructed to hide behind, afraid to face the realities of human connection and intimacy. You wear it like a crown, but all it does is highlight your immaturity, your failure to grow and evolve like the rest of humanity. You cling to it, desperately trying to convince yourself that it makes you special, but all it does is isolate you, leaving you alone and unloved.

And yet, perhaps that's what you deserve. Maybe your virginity is a self-fulfilling prophecy, a reflection of your inherent worthlessness. You don't connect with others because you have nothing to offer, no depth, no substance, no value. You're a hollow shell, content to exist in your lonely bubble, terrified to break free and face the world. And so, you remain a virgin, untouched and untouchable, a monument to your own inadequacy, forever trapped in a state of arrested development. How tragically pathetic you are.