It's late and I should be sleeping but I need to get this off my chest. I'm mad at myself, and while I understand why I'm mad, I'm also not doing very much about it. I have been ignoring the fact that I'm a loser.

Just a month ago I was doing fine: I was studying RP theory, I was working on improving myself, reading books, studying and applying game theory, attempting to expand my social group, going out of my comfort zone and trying new activities I even joined an MMA class.

But it all went to shit when I finally landed a girl I met over tinder. This girl had a bunch of red flags, absolutely NOT LTR material at all, but I decided to continue anyway for the sake of experience; and you know what? It hasn't been all bad, everything I learned here has proven to be true, her shit tests have given me a tangible understanding of what it means to fail or succeed them. She's a slut who's probably been fucking other guys, but she still cowers at the thought of losing me when I apply some form of dread game. I have my balls in her mouth almost every fucking day and she's okay with the thought of me fucking other women.

But again the problem is that I'm a fucking loser! I'm not even seeking other women, the thought of approaching women is still something I fear. And so I've reverted to my complacent tendencies, and here's why. I've grown up poor, but with my basic necessities met. I'm used to not asking for more because my parents could never provide more, and yet, at the same time I don't have the ambition or perhaps simply the imperative to try harder to acquire that "more." And I still laughably hold the notion of not wanting to be a loser. I know my time on this planet is transient but instead of getting my shit together I squander it on literally masturbating myself to death.

I know now without a doubt: daily masturbation is detrimental to the male energy. If I had masturbated today I would not be up writing this. I would not be giving a single fuck about anything, not even myself. Maybe I'm irritated from dopamine withdrawal or just a spike in testosterone but this is the first night in weeks where I've felt this angry and alive.

I wish one of you guys would come to my house and fight me, even if I get beat to a bloody pulp I wish I had someone to scream at the top of their lungs that I'm a useless, passive, faggot who does nothing but waste his time on nothing. But as much as I would like that I know that that motivation has to come from within. It's difficult and yet very simple at the same time.

I just need your opinions, your advice, your criticism. You people are the only ones whose thoughts matter to me anymore. I need to go to sleep knowing that tomorrow I'll wake up regretting this confession of weakness to the only people who are worth competing with in this fucked up society.