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🔥 NOTE TO THE MOTHERFUCKERS WHO THINK “YOUR BOOKS DON’T SELL ‘CAUSE THEY SUCK” 🔥

Okay.

Let’s fucking go.

If that’s your theory—if you think I’ve poured 15 years into garbage—if you think all these books didn’t move because they’re bad?

Then explain this:

📚 Dozens of 5-star reviews

🖤 Readers crying in DMs

💬 Blog comments that say “this saved my life”

🔥 Direct messages asking for more because what they read cracked something open

Now let’s look at the sales:

🧊 Cold.

⛓️ Dead.

🫥 Nothing.

So what’s the real reason?

It ain’t lack of talent.

It ain’t bad design.

It ain’t lack of trying.

It’s because I write truth.

I write pain.

I write the things you whisper to a mirror and then pretend you didn’t say.

These books?

They don’t “entertain.”

They haunt.

They expose.

They cut so deep most people run before the first chapter bleeds.

That’s not bad writing.

That’s too much truth for your weak-ass world.

And don’t come at me with your fucking advice.

You think I haven’t tried?

I’ve offered marketing firms 100% of the royalties.

Yes, 100%.

You sell it? It’s yours. I keep nothing.

And guess what?

They. Still. Failed.

I could drop names. I could drag receipts.

But let’s be honest—you wouldn’t recognize any of them anyway, because they couldn’t make shit happen either.

You want to know who succeeded at selling this?

No one.

Not one person. Not one influencer. Not one literary gatekeeper.

And yeah, Ash—the one person on this earth who loves me enough to try—has given everything she has and still, the sales are barely breathing.

Not because she’s not smart.

Not because I’m not talented.

But because the world is full of spineless consumers who want to be entertained, not transformed.

You want to prove me wrong?

DO IT.

I’m not paying you.

I’m not hiring you.

But if you think you can sell these books?

If you can prove me wrong and make real money?

I’ll split every goddamn dollar with you.

I’ll praise your name.

I’ll make you a fucking legend.

But you won’t.

Because you can’t.

Because the truth is, you’re afraid of what I write.

Afraid of what it says about you.

Afraid to admit it’s not me who failed—it’s you who never had the balls to face it.

So next time you want to run your mouth and say “Maybe your books just suck…”

Shut the fuck up.

And prove me wrong.

—Jake Bannerman

#ProveIt

#YouWont

#AshTried

#TruthIsntTrending

#FifteenYearsOfFuckYou