There is nowhere to go for half breeds like me

[Deleted member 14905]

I'm not considered ethnic to my ethnic side but i'm not european enough for my white side there is literally nothing for me to be proud of, I can't even be proud of my culture because i'm a literal fucking mutt with med skin and white features i hate my life so much i have never felt at home with anybody i can't be proud of my culture i don't even know which culture to be proud of, Both are shitholes (spain and morocco)

 

[Alt Number 3]

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[Beetlejuice]

 

[ballskin]

I'm not considered ethnic to my ethnic side but i'm not european enough for my white side there is literally nothing for me to be proud of, I can't even be proud of my culture because i'm a literal fucking mutt with med skin and white features i hate my life so much i have never felt at home with anybody i can't be proud of my culture i don't even know which culture to be proud of, Both are shitholes (spain and morocco)

You will never be a real spaniard. You have no Feliz Navidad, you have no Havana, you have no senõrita. You are a mutt man twisted by Moroccan genetics into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even mutts who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a girl. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your real ethnicity, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a mutt is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably mutt.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

 

[Deleted member 9670]

Spicy white boi

 

[Jason Voorhees]

You will never be a real spaniard. You have no Feliz Navidad, you have no Havana, you have no senõrita. You are a mutt man twisted by Moroccan genetics into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even mutts who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a girl. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your real ethnicity, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a mutt is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably mutt.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

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