So you're Googling "AI girlfriend," huh? 🤖
Let me paint a picture: It's 2AM 🕑. Your room smells like three-day-old pizza 🍕 and ball sweat.
The only light comes from your monitor—illuminating a face that hasn't felt sunlight in what, 72 hours?
Your Discord notifications are blowing up 📱 with other losers just like you.
And here you are, wondering if some lines of code can love you.
Pathetic. 🤡
But you know what? I'm glad you're here.
Because this means there's still a flicker of awareness in that dopamine-fried brain of yours 🧠.
Some tiny part of you knows you've hit rock bottom, and you're reaching for anything to pull yourself out.
Good. That's the first step.
I'm not here to coddle you. I'm not here to tell you "it's okay" or "everyone struggles sometimes." That's what your therapist is for.
I'm here to drag you—kicking and screaming if necessary—back into the real f*cking world.
Because right now? You're not living. You're existing. You're a ghost haunting your own life. đź‘»
And I refuse to watch another man waste his one shot at existence talking to pixels that pretend to care.
So buckle up, buttercup. This isn't going to be comfortable. This isn't going to be nice. This is going to hurt.
And that's exactly what you need. 🔥
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