Anonymous
8/20/2025, 5:10:34 AM
No.82241395
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You will never be a father. You have no offspring, you have no wife, you have no progeny. You are a heterosexual man cucked by Jews and feminists into a crude mockery of nature's perfection.
All the "free man bachelor lifestyle" comments are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "friends" laugh at your miserable life behind closed doors.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out poor genetic material with incredible efficiency. Even men who "fake it" feel uncanny and unnatural to women. Your empty weekend schedule is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl home with you, she'll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your shrivelled ballsack and declining sperm quality.
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 destined to bear no other names, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a genetic dead end is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a terminal note in a family tree.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the "free man bachelor lifestyle" comments are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "friends" laugh at your miserable life behind closed doors.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out poor genetic material with incredible efficiency. Even men who "fake it" feel uncanny and unnatural to women. Your empty weekend schedule is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl home with you, she'll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your shrivelled ballsack and declining sperm quality.
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 destined to bear no other names, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a genetic dead end is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a terminal note in a family tree.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
