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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Apr 16, 2025
Come closer, you who's crawling through this sewer called the world, and listen to the voice of an old man who's seen too much - mind boiling like an engine hooked on black-label pills and truths no one wants to swallow. This is The Selfish Man's Manual, scribbled by someone who's danced with the dark and came back with scars. It's the kick you need to wake up in a game where only those who put themselves first make it out alive. Altruism? Just sweet talk for those who still believe kindness pays the bills. Here, the truth comes raw - laced with sarcasm and just the right amount of black humor.

The selfish man is the bastard who thinks he's king, even while shaking inside. A guy who tapes his self-esteem back together and struts like he's bulletproof. In the family, he grabs the best chair and the last beer, grinning while others chew on resentment. At work, he's the wolf who steals your idea with a pat on the back, already dreaming of a podium you'll never reach. He's learned that if you don't crown yourself, the world tramples you. He might look pathetic in his paper crown and cracked mirror, but there's a kind of bravery there - the guts to choose himself.

This book is more than a dirty mirror. It's a survival manual for your emotional battlefield - to teach you how to say "no" without guilt, guard your time like gold, and cut ties with those who drain you. But don't get it twisted: selfishness comes with a price. There's loneliness, side-eyes, and the label of heretic. In a world that worships self-sacrifice, the selfish man is the outcast who'd rather be cursed than hollow. And if this path rattles you, maybe it's because it reflects a part of you you've tried too hard to bury.
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