@MSO
You will never be a real juggalo. You have no faygo, you have no facepaint, you have no heart. You are a tranny-chasing man twisted by attention and hosting into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your mother is disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish personality in closed Discord channels.
Real men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even a "non-passing" tranny wouldn't want your polished, reflective head. Your post structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk trap home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your Reddit Gold.
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 tranny totally-not-girlfriend 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 marked with your birth name, not your clown name, alone, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a sad bald man 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 lacking charm.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
