You will never have a proper functioning immune system. You have no T cells, you can't fight cancer, you have no immunity. You are an NPC twisted by mRNA and media into horribly weakened and defunct version of your former self.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back the unvaccinated mock you. We are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “unvaxxed friends” laugh at your poor decision making behind closed doors.
Purebloods are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed our immune systems to destroy pathogens with incredible efficiency. Even those who have “vax regret” are now an abomination unto Mother Nature.
Your persistent cough, shingles and eczema is a dead giveaway and even if you manage to hide it with mask and clothes, people will know what lies beneath is barren, diseased and infected.
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 realisation of the biggest mistake you ever made in your life creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under its unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - if you don't go back for yet another booster to buy yourself a few more weeks of pitiful life you’ll buy a rope instead, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss.
Your pureblood friends will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to watch you live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of destroying your own life like a mindless sheep being led to its slaughter.
They’ll burn you, making sure none of your misfolded proteins escape into nature and taint the pristine Earth.
All that will remain of your legacy and virtue signalling is that picture you uploaded to social media, smiling and clutching your free donut.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. There are no refunds.