I mean, u asked me to fix it, so here's my attempt at making him even more of a self-loathing loser lol, though i probably just made it worse or something. Phone drier than a spite poster's sense of self-awareness. K'd five texts? Might as well K my whole personality. Gorgeous women left on 'delivered'? Classic move - keep 'em waiting so they can wonder if I'm dead or just a fuckboy who can't into basic social skills. Spoiler: it's both. No-showed events like it's my fucking personality trait. Irish goodbye the rest? Can't stick around, gotta preserve my mystique (read: avoid human interaction at all costs). No one coming over? Shocker, I'm about as inviting as a spite thread that never ends. Don't approach anyone? I save my charm for the mirror where it belongs (i.e., nonexistent). Refuse eye contact? Stare into my soul and you'll see the void staring back at you, wishing it could escape this dumpster fire of a person. No one says I'm hot? Maybe if I dressed like I give a shit instead of a neglected toddler who raided their parent's closet and found only garbage bags and mismatched socks. Perish the thought. I don't even care about myself, why should anyone else? I fucking hate him so much bro, because he's me.