You will never have sex. You have no female friends, you have no intimite relationships, you have no love. Youre a transphobic man twisted by fascist and incel propaganda 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.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out losers with incredible efficiency. Even chuds who “pass” look uncanny and weird to a woman. Your greasy Doritos hands are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a heavily intoxicated girl home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your unwashed body and cum-covered anime pillows.
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 with pictures of the little boy they want to have back, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an asshole, whose political ideology was more imprtant to him than his family, is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and no legacy of yours will remain.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is turning back though, just stop being an asshole to others.