There is no deadline for success. The only deadline is death. As long as you’re breathing, tomorrow can still be better than today. Dear son, Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr give up.
WTF are you afraid of, bro?
Rejection?
There are countless options.
Death?
We’re all gonna die.
Bankruptcy?
You can make it all back.
Shame?
Everyone will forget in a week.
What the fuck are you afraid of?
There is nothing to fear.
Fight for the life you deserve.
At some point, you need to get serious about your life. Delete numbers, stay away from love that isn't real, hustle harder, get your health right, your spirit right, your mental right. You gotta demand some respect, not just from people, but from yourself.
Chasing multiple women is a waste of time. Dear son, find a good woman. Make her fall in love with you. Grow together. Get married. Have kids. Believe in God. Care about the things that matter.