PA FOR POONDOSERS.

Look around. There is no one with a reason to live.
And yet, God gave you that. A purpose for your life. This is so rare it's fucking impossible.
You know it, I know it: your T levels are too low. Why haven't you fixed this mistake of God? Your make-believe won't turn you into a man, you know it, I know it.
There is no time to wait for tomorrow. You might turn into compost every single moment of your life, and yet you live an incomplete existance because you got prescribed a poondose. The clock is ticking and you are suffering. The smiling faggot at the clinic doesn't know what you feel. He doesn't want you to be happy. He wants you to reconsider. HE wants to be happy.
Take your T dose. Take it once and again, till you'll trully feel yourself.