dustnight
kiwifarms.net
- Dołączono
- 17 Gru 2022
You will never be a real man Balldo. You have no dick, you have no spine, you have no balls. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and alcohol into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.Momma K saying Rekieta caused her to tremble with physical revulsion and fear when he sat too close to her.
Good going, stud!
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your inlaws are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed man to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and talk on every live show the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, defective wetbrain.
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 coverup your horrendous crimes. They’ll bury you and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a failed father, husband and son is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is the skeleton you always were.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.