I told my parents straight: I’ve realized college isn’t for me. I don’t know exactly what I can accomplish yet, but I want to see it through on my own, no matter what it takes. Obviously the backlash came—they told me I should think about it, then cut the call. The anxiety is there, heavy, but even with that, I want to see what I’m truly able to accomplish.

There’s no going back now—I’ve decided to leave college. With my parents still in Africa, it feels a little sneaky, which is why I wanted to wait for my dad to return. But I knew if I waited, I’d probably back out. So I’m moving forward. I’ve started looking for jobs, and I’m considering a service worker position on campus since I’m already part-time in food service. It pays about $13 an hour and would keep me busy while giving me chances to talk to people. Do you all have any suggestions for what else I could start doing?

I’ve had heartbreaks before, but this one was different. Not because it was my first, it wasn’t. But because this time, I knew it was my fault. It wasn’t one of those situations where you think you’re just not compatible. This time, I made mistakes, and I knew I could’ve avoided them. That’s what made it worse. She told me she didn’t have feelings anymore. In the past, I would’ve just let go, thinking it’s over. But this time, I wasn’t ready to walk away, not because I was weak, but because I knew I could fix it if I fixed myself. I searched everywhere, and that’s when I found Jace, the Pickup Scientist. I tried other courses too, but his was the only one that gave me a real system. Not just coping or theory, but actual steps to rebuild attraction, power, and respect after a breakup. She went from saying, “Do I need a restraining order?” to letting me back into her life. Not because I begged, but because I changed. Because I took accountability and learned how to project strength again. Jace taught me how to pass her tests, how to show value without chasing, how to let go of needing validation and become the one who sets the tone. Eventually, she felt it. She sensed that I wasn’t acting out of desperation. She saw that I was truly ready to walk away with self-respect. That was the moment she realized what she was about to lose. And that same night, we got back together. Not by luck, not by tricks, but by mastering frame, emotional control, and doing the deep work. This wasn’t just about getting her back. It was about redemption. And I earned it. Thank you, Jace.

The more you practice the better you become The thing with texting is you don’t get much room to fuck things up. Btw I restrict her because they go crazy when you hit all the right triggers, and no we haven’t slept together. P.s the laws of the game is still in play over the phone

With game I just got the keys of the house of one my girl after 4 months talking some "I have faith in you, and I want you to live in this house like it's yours". And this is my house now. Love the life of a gamer.