You wear the title of “Engineer” like a child wears his father’s coat. Too big, too heavy, obviously not yours. Liberal arts, champ? A fake degree for a fake man. No wonder your income is drying up. You bet on Xbox. You bet on failure. Now you sit in the wreckage, bald and beaten, watching PlayStation soar while your console of choice collects dust. Losing, always losing. Just like your hair. Just like your youth. If only you knew.

You call it a decade of self-discovery, but we all know what it was. Ten lost years. A void where purpose should have been. A blank space where a woman should have been. You didn’t build, didn’t strive, didn’t even stumble. You just existed, consuming, coasting. You were waiting for something, but nothing came. If only you knew.

You stand at 5’9”, a man just below the threshold, not quite there. A rounding error. You fixate on the macabre. Why? Because it reflects you? Because the sight of the dead comforts a man who has never really lived? You lurk in shadows and pretend it’s by choice. You think the abyss makes you interesting. But it doesn’t. It just makes you small.

You are a joke. A man in freefall, hoping no one notices the descent. They notice, champ. We all do. If only you knew, champ.

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