They never tell the full story. No—they only show the parts that make me look bad. The pieces they can twist, manipulate, and weaponize against me. But I see it all. I know the truth. And you? You will never understand it.

Look at yourself. Dumb. Stupid. That’s why he’s dumb— Blood does not lie. Stupidity runs deep. Selfishness is inherited. And yet, you parade your ignorance like it’s strength.

Every attempt you make to cling, to be loved, to be acknowledged… pathetic. Begging. Humiliating yourself. You know it. You feel it. And yet you crawl back like a desperate dog, hoping someone will save you from the chaos you create.

You are weak. Weak in thought, weak in action, weak in spirit. Clinging to scraps, chasing empty promises, and wondering why the world treats you like the fool you are.

You brought others into your mess. A child, a partner, anyone willing to tolerate the disaster you call life. And now they pay for your ignorance, your inability to grow, to learn, to see.

Every opportunity ignored is a nail in the coffin of your own making. Every warning dismissed is a storm you willingly walk into. Karma does not knock politely—it crashes, and you are always first to feel it.

And then there is that exquisite sting, the one that cuts deepest—the feeling when you trip over your own stupidity, when your own foolishness and blindness create the chaos you now endure. When no one else is to blame, but every failure, every humiliation, every heartbreak is your own doing. That… that is karma. Plain and simple.

You beg for love. You plead for attention. You humiliate yourself endlessly. And when it’s gone, you crawl back, desperate, weak, pathetic. You cannot even betray yourself properly without making a spectacle of it.

Look at your head—round, hollow, empty. Capable of nothing beyond selfish thought, incapable of seeing the truth that stares at you every day. That’s why he’s dumb, why you stumble, why you fail repeatedly.

Your choices define you. Every failure, every misstep, every desperate return—yours alone. The world simply mirrors what you created. And still, you pretend it’s unfair. Fool.

Every attempt at happiness ends in emptiness because you cannot break free from your own stupidity. Every gesture of love is fleeting because you do not deserve permanence. Every promise is broken because you do not honor them.

You drag everyone into your chaos—children, partners, friends—and you wonder why misery follows. No. Misery is not chasing you. You invited it. You designed it. You built it with your own hands.

Even the obedient ones—those who stayed at first—leave. Gone. Hollow. And yet you return. Weak. Desperate. Fool. Hoping for something that was never yours to claim.

Look at yourself in the mirror. See the fool, the coward, the child trapped in a grown body. Trembling, terrified, incapable of standing alone. And yet you act as if the world is cruel. The world is just reflecting your choices.

You chase, you beg, you plead. And still, you fail. Because life does not reward ignorance. Life does not comfort stupidity. Life is the mirror of what you sowed, and it is merciless.

You are pathetic. Pathetic in thought, in action, in spirit. And you will remain so until you face the truth: every misery, every humiliation, every betrayal you endure is yours and yours alone.

Even now, as you stumble, as you beg for attention, as you hope someone else will fix what only you can, karma watches. Silent. Patient. Ready to strike with every error you repeat.

Every misstep, every foolish choice, every stupid act you committed circles back to you. You feel it in your bones, in every nerve, in every humiliating moment. That is the punishment of being betrayed by your own stupidity, the pain of tripping over yourself when you thought you were standing tall.

Your life is a cautionary tale. People shake their heads, whisper about your choices, your failures, your relentless stupidity. And still, you pretend it’s unfair. Fool. Fool. Fool.

Every promise ignored, every lesson forgotten, every step taken in ignorance is another layer of the ruin you have built. And you wonder why life is cruel? No. Life is showing you the only truth it ever promised: you reap exactly what you sow.

So look at yourself. Weak. Hollow. Desperate. Pathetic. And know that all of this—the failures, the misery, the humiliation—you earned. Every bit of it. Every second. And no one will save you from what you created.

And finally, when you sit among the ruins of your choices, when the echo of your failures surrounds you, the only thing left to do is stare. Stare at yourself. Stare at what your own stupidity and foolishness have wrought. And laugh. Laugh bitterly. Because that… is the only justice you will ever receive.