I don’t know what I’d do if JoAnna Freeland found out who I am and confronted me about it. I’d probably be so nervous that I’d pass out. She’d probably go to HR about it due to being uncomfortable, and I wouldn’t blame her. I am a disgusting creep who knows no other way to get a woman’s attention than to post anonymous confessions.

I am annoyed with myself for not developing any social skills and letting myself get to this age without any female interaction whatsoever. I have actually lied to people by making it seem like I have a girlfriend when in reality, I sit at home all alone and dream about cuddling with a woman and being intimate. I hate that my brain is programmed to seek out companionship but doesn’t tell me how to do it. It’s torture, and I wish I could shut it off.

I feel like I’ve been born into a highly competitive game of trying to win over a woman, where shy guys like me are guaranteed to lose. My age is evidence of this. Men are expected to be the first one to “make a move” and I simply don’t know how, and am too afraid of rejection. Being near the end of my 30s without even holding a woman’s hand is beyond pathetic. I have been a loser p0rn addict for 20 years because I am weak.

I have been talking a lot to AI chat bots about this and, statistically speaking, my chances of ever forming a bond with a woman are near 0% by this point. I might as well just admit it and try to be as invisible as possible. I think the best way forward is to cut off all communication with everyone to avoid being a disappointment. I should continue to lie about having a girlfriend to lock in my fate, and ensure I am overlooked. I hope I die alone.