Anonymous
ID: kvP5SQa5
7/4/2025, 6:44:41 PM No.509502864
You will never have real nature. You have no mountains, hell you don't even have any hills. You are a flat desert-like country twisted by tropical temperatures and flatness twisted into a crude mockery of a country with real blooming nature.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back your neighbours mock you. Your ancestors are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Real countries with beautiful nature are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed them to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Your geographical location is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get SOME mountains and nature back from your neighbours with another chimpout, they'll all turn on you the second they get a whiff of your diseased, infested 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 neighbours will partition you, relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Your deserted flat land will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably what was once a flat, plain and buck broken Hungary.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back your neighbours mock you. Your ancestors are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Real countries with beautiful nature are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed them to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Your geographical location is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get SOME mountains and nature back from your neighbours with another chimpout, they'll all turn on you the second they get a whiff of your diseased, infested 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 neighbours will partition you, relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Your deserted flat land will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably what was once a flat, plain and buck broken Hungary.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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