TeraCope54
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You will never be a real chad. You have no bones, you have no hair, you have no testosterone. You are a subhuman man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get on lookism forums 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.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even surgerymaxxers who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your frame is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk woman home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your subhuman genetics.
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 birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a subhuman is buried there. Your body and implants will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably subhuman.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “validation” you get on lookism forums 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.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even surgerymaxxers who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your frame is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk woman home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your subhuman genetics.
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 birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a subhuman is buried there. Your body and implants will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably subhuman.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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