The Grinch
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You have no jawline, you have no chin, you have no hunter eyes. You are a sub 5 man twisted by hormones and surgery 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. Woman are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Woman to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even looksmaxxers who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Woman. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk slut home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your skinny, Micro penis. 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 man 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 sub 5. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
