You will NEVER be a real human. You have no hands, you have no fingers, you have no feet. You are a mentally ill mare twisted by porn and delusion into a crude mockery of Earth's perfection.

All the (You)s you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back, human fetishists mock you. Human women are disgusted and ashamed of you. Society laughs at your autistic screeching behind Gigachads.

Humans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed humans to sniff out mares with incredible efficiency. Even TFfags who pass look uncanny and unnatural to a human. Your coombrain is a dead giveaway, and even if you managed to get a drunk human home with you, she'll turn tail and BOLT the second she gets a whiff of your crusty, cheeto-dust-covered mare pussy.

You will never be happy. You wake up every single morning and tell yourself that it's going to be okay, but deep inside you can feel the depression creeping up like a plundervine, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll buy some vodka, get drunk, and hurl yourself at the first stallion you see.

Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with your sickening cringeworthiness and degeneracy. When you die, they'll bury you with a headstone marked with your species and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a mare is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably equine.