It’s your fault for trusting people

You shouldn’t have trusted what your mom told you. About certain people. Certain groups. About who’s good and who’s bad. Go to school and be a good girl. Do what you’re supposed to do. While she did nothing for you, of course. She lied to you. Because you’re competition. You remind her of her failed aspirations. The bitch didn’t want some other chick to look better than her and move on without her. She probably sucked every dick in town. Told you not to just so you wouldn’t do any better than she did. So who’s really good and who’s really bad? Sex workers are honest about the nature of woman. The person you trusted most was the one who lied to you worst. Women hate other women more than men do.

Embrace what’s most vulnerable to you

It’s okay to want to be wanted by the opposite sex. To be desired. You don’t get there without taking some risks. Some people don’t have to. You’re not them. You can’t do what they do. This is a surefire method when all else fails. Just don’t waste time. You’ve wasted enough. You can’t look like that forever. At some point you get old. Do you want to get old not knowing what a man’s appreciation feels like? Put on a show for us then. You find healing that way.

There’s a rebel inside every girl

Deep inside she’s waiting. There’s a troublemaker waiting to come out. All she needs is an excuse. This is your excuse. I’m telling you to go for it. No one else will tell you the truth. People lie. If they have no obligation to you, you have no obligation to them. You have a right to get your needs met however you can. How many people can you have this conversation with? How many people in your life can you walk up to and say in confidence? “I want to be a stripper.” Or “I want to be in porn.” “I want to be a sugar baby.” “I want to be a webcam girl.” I’m the only person you can confide in because I’m the only person who knows the truth. You need to sell sex.

You’re not supposed to be happy in life

The world is meant to be fucked up. You start off with a problem so you can find the solution. All of life is driven by unmet needs. That’s yin and yang. Balance. What balances you? It’s the same as everyone else. Sex. That’s how we got here. That’s the problem. Now it’s the solution. You have problems in your life because someone had sex with someone else and you popped out of some bitch’s pussy nine months later. So fight fire with fire. Sex is the solution. You have the tools. Now use them.

You want revenge? I’ve got an idea

Just get naked. Show us your boobs. Here’s your “fuck you” to the world. This is how you get back. Get back at all the people who’ve made you miserable. This is what you’ve always wanted to do. Now you have the perfect excuse. You’re unhappy. You hate your mom. You hate your friends. You hate your looks. You hate your body. You feel like you’re not good enough everywhere you go. Well, there’s one place you haven’t been. You haven’t provided for a stranger yet. He might love your body. Time to give it a try.

There’s always some other girl hotter than you

There’s always someone better. Always. That’s what happens when you can’t stand out in this world. You get passed over for millions of other options.  You’re waiting by the phone for a nonexistent call or text that will NEVER come because of that. Some guy texted you last night, sure. Guess what? He texted someone even hotter than you right after that. You know it. How many times are you going to complain about it? We get it. The world isn’t fair. No need to thank me for the reality check.

You can NEVER be one of the top girls

Did you think every chick could be the beautiful woman? There’s not enough room at the top. Your problem is that you had faith, like everyone else. Every girl dreams about it her whole life. Being the girl other girls get compared to. That’s your fantasy. Deep down, I think you know just like most girls do. You have no access into that life. If you don’t have access, you’re not getting in. The thing you needed to be a hot girl was not available to you from day one. Meanwhile, what you’ve done is contribute to everyone else’s happiness except your own. Know what that makes you? A whore. What is a person called who does all of the work for everyone else’s benefit? A whore. So since you’re a whore, own that shit. Peel it off and just accept your fate. It’s okay. This is who you are. Take it like a big girl.

Night time is where you find out who you are

What happens after dark? Good things. Bad things. There’s something about night time that has that effect. The day makes it difficult for people to hide. There’s light. People can see who you are. You can hide when it’s dark, though. You can do things people never knew you were capable of. Night time is when you reveal yourself. All of your deepest thoughts and worries come to the forefront at night when you’re in a bed. A bed is a comfortable place. It’s a place of refuge. We have tools that allow us to communicate on a bed. Sex is the strongest form of communication. Connect the dots.

Life is one big ass roulette wheel and most women don’t understand this

Some people get big boobs, some don’t. Some get long legs, some won’t. You? You have all the negatives. For you, you’ve lost. You’re reading this site right now in the middle of the night because you agree with me. People spend all their lives running from something. Trying to prove something. What are you running from, huh? Maybe it’s not somewhere you’re running from. Maybe it’s somewhere you’re running to. Somewhere nicer. Somewhere better that draws you in. Well, not everyone gets in. Not everyone gets there. You won’t get there, either…if you don’t have the real skills that matter in this world. Stop running and start stripping. On webcam. If you’re not willing to do that, do us all a favor. Go to bed.