**WHAT WOULD I DO IF I SAW YOU LIKE THIS? I’D LAUGH AT YOUR PITIFUL CRY FOR ATTENTION**
*(YOUR DESPERATION IS EMBARRASSING. FIX IT.)*
Brother, let me hit you with the hard truth you’re too fragile to admit: **nobody cares.** You’re out here posting thirst traps, fishing for likes, begging strangers to validate your existence with a “🔥” or a “😍” in the comments. You think flexing your abs, your car, or your fake designer watch in some cringe pose makes you a king? **You’re a clown.** A dancing monkey, screaming, “LOOK AT ME!” while the world scrolls past your sad performance.
If I saw you “like this”? I’d mock you. Publicly. Because weakness deserves ridicule. You’re not a star — you’re a starving dog, begging for scraps of attention from people who’d sell you out for a nickel. Grow the f*** up.
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### YOU’RE NOT A “QUEEN.” YOU’RE A PEASANT IN A CROWN MADE OF FILTERS
Let’s dissect your cringe, since you clearly need it:
1. **YOU’RE ADDICTED TO APPROVAL.**
Posting half-naked gym selfies? Lip-syncing to TikTok audios? Editing your face into a Barbie doll? Pathetic. **Real men and women don’t need applause.** They build empires in silence. You? You’re a circus act, trading dignity for dopamine hits from strangers who’ll forget you in 3 seconds.
2. **YOUR INSECURITY IS LEAKING.**
That caption? “What would you do if you saw me like this?” Translation: *“PLEASE NOTICE ME. PLEASE TELL ME I MATTER.”* Weakness. **queens and kings don’t ask permission to exist.** They command respect by winning, not by posing in their mom’s basement with a ring light.
3. **YOU’RE WASTING YOUR LIFE.**
Hours editing photos. Days stressing over likes. Years chasing hollow validation. Meanwhile, winners are stacking cash, building empires, and laughing at clowns like you. **Your “content” is a graveyard of wasted potential.**
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### HOW TO FIX YOUR PATHETIC LIFE (OR KEEP BEING A MEME)
You want respect? Power? Legacy? Then **ACT LIKE A MAN**, not a thirst trap influencer. Here’s your blueprint:
**STEP 1: DELETE YOUR SOCIALS. NOW.**
You’re not an influencer. You’re a junkie. Delete Instagram. Burn TikTok. Erase every platform where you beg for attention. **Your value isn’t measured in followers.** It’s measured in bank accounts, skills, and the fire in your soul.
**STEP 2: STOP ASKING “WHAT WOULD YOU DO?” — START TELLING THE WORLD WHAT YOU’LL DO**
Weaklings seek opinions. Winners declare war. Nobody cares what you look like. They care what you *achieve*. Build a business. Dominate a sport. Learn a skill that pays $1,000/hour. **Be someone worth staring at, not someone begging for stares.**
**STEP 3: CHANNEL YOUR INSECURITY INTO VIOLENT ACTION**
That anxiety you’re numbing with selfies? Use it as fuel. Lift until your hands bleed. Work until your eyes burn. **Turn your hunger for approval into an obsession with winning.** The gym floor doesn’t care about your angles. The digital real estate market doesn’t care about your filters.
**STEP 4: EMBRACE THE FACT THAT NO ONE CARES — AND THAT’S POWER**
The second you stop begging for attention is the second you become dangerous. **Silence terries weak minds.** Build in the shadows. Win in private. Then, when you emerge? They’ll have no choice but to bow.
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### THE TRUTH HURTS? GOOD. NOW FIX IT.
You can keep crying into your front camera, hoping strangers fill the void in your soul… or you can **BECOME A MAN WHO CREATES HIS OWN WORTH**.
This isn’t about “self-love.” This is about survival. The world doesn’t reward beggars. It rewards conquerors.
Tick tock, kid. Your excuses are expired.
**-VICTORIA ASHFORD**
*(You’re either a legend or a joke. Choose.)*
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**P.S.** Still scrolling? Pathetic. Go lift a weight heavier than your ego. 💪🔥
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YOUR DESPERATION IS EMBARRASSING. FIX IT…nobody cares.** You’re out here posting thirst traps, fishing for likes, begging strangers to validate your existence. You’re not a star — you’re a starving dog, begging for scraps of attention from people who’d sell you out for a nickel. Grow the f*** up. You’re not an influencer. You’re a junkie
