Your life is entirely your fault.

You and you alone are the reason you're poor, weak, lonely and sad.

You may even believe you are not these things, but comparatively, you are.

None of you are remarkable.

Nobody cares if you go to jail, nobody cares what you say.

Nobody cares if you live or if you die.

You are a failure and will likely fail for the remainder of your mediocre life.

You can never beat me.

But if you can try and if you try, your life will improve.

You will never win but you will get better.

It's within your control.

All of it, everything, is within your control.

Until you believe that, nothing is.

I will even help you.

I am a kind man, and from the highest echelons of masculine capability, I offer a helping hand.

Your life is shit and it will only get better if you listen to me and begin to climb.

I've done the climb. I know the climb.

I am climbing. It is cope of you to believe you do not need me. You do.

Will you cope like a loser? Or work like a winner?

The choice is yours.

You're a loser!

Thank you for reading!