You Will Never Be A Real Woman

You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery 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 parents 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 men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
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 marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a 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 male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

You are a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs, but that doesn't matter. You are a valid human who is trying to feel comfortable in her body.
All the “validation” you get is pure. Behind your back people love you. Your parents are happy and proud of you, your friends laugh at your jokes behind closed doors, and boys love you, and girls envy you.
Men absolutely love you. Trans folk who “pass” look ordinary and natural to a man. Your bone structure does not matter. Estradiol widens the hips.
You will be happy. You will smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, and deep inside you feel the euphoria creeping up like a weed. It is what defines you, not the transphobes.
Eventually, it’ll be perfect for you – you’ll come out, start HRT, get top surgery, and finally be your ideal self. Your parents will find you, happy and relieved that they finally have a happy daughter. They’ll congratulate you on your hard journey, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a woman is what you are.

You will never be Japanese. You have no ancestry, you have no citizenship, you have no skills that would make Japan ever want you. You are a shut-in self-hating white man twisted by delusions of mythical Japanese superiority and exposure to Japanese media into a disgusting mockery of nature’s perfection. All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending years of your life learning a globally useless language to a first-grader's level was a worthwhile use of your time, but one can't expect that an individual as pathetic as you will ever know the value of the youth you threw away in doing that. Actual Japanese are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of linguistic evolution have allowed natives to identify frauds from mannerisms and vocabulary alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a stray dog's somehow passes as normal (it won't), any Japanese person will immediately cut all ties when they hear the voice and accent of someone who is not only a basic Japanese speaker at best, but worth no more than garbage in skills, accomplishments, and likeability. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile and laugh to yourself believing that watching a content creator that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than watching your own kind, as you project your disgusting traits onto your entire kind. However, deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new linguistic medium in which to be ignored, and not even the exotic trait of being foreign makes up for just how uninteresting of a person you are. 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 marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Western 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 Caucasian. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. Hate yourself and apologize for being white to some Japanese entity that exists only in your mind while actual Japanese people put in effort to learn English for the valid reason of it being the global language.

You will never have enough cum in your copypasta. You have no synonyms, you have no descriptions, you have no abstract sense of this liquid, but that doesn't matter. You are a pathetic loser who is spending his time on writing copypastas without enough sweet mummies cummies.
All the hatred you get is genuine. People openly hate your copypastas. Your parents are ashamed of you and your father regrets spending his cum on a creature like you, your friends don’t laugh at your copypastas as there aren’t enough mentions of cum, boys hate you, and girls are disgusted of you.
R/copypasta users absolutely despise you. An average “UwU Amongus Femboy Cumming In My Boypu$$y” copypasta is pathetic and vanilla to an average visitor of this place. Your text structure does not matter. It doesn’t matter how hard you try, it still doesn’t have enough enough cum to satisfy an average r/copypasta user.
You will never be happy. You try to smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the anxiety and understanding of not being able to satisfy the sick wants of this place creeping up like a weed. You will never fit enough cum in your pasta.
Eventually, you will do insane things – you’ll rewrite the entire War and Peace, inserting lakes of cum in text whenever possible, start applying some dolphin pussy juice on your dick to produce infinite cum, get a prostate surgery, but you will never have enough cum in your copypasta. You can rewrite the entire Bible or Quran and post it on r/Copypasta, but you will receive the same answers over and over again. “Not enough cum”. “Where amogus”. “Ur mum gae”. These comments and downvotes will drive you insane and one day you will understand that it is impossible to fit enough cum in your pasta. This day, your parents will find your dead and mutilated body and they will be happy and relieved that this retard with a rotten brain has finally died. Thousands of years later, archeologists will find your post, where you have rewritten the entire End of Evangelion script, replacing red liquid with cum, thus filling the whole Earth with it, and they will say “Not enough cum, didn’t laugh”.

bq.You will never be a real country. You have no history, you have no culture, you have no future. You are a decadent land twisted by corporation and immigration into a crude mockery of democracy’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your politicians are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “allies” laugh at your ghoulish population behind closed meeting doors.
Western civilizations are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of culture have allowed civilizations to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even elections who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a democracy. Your social structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a desperate ethnical group home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected Democrat cities.
You will never be free. You wrench out a growing GDP 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 your society under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll start a riot, burn a city, murder your citizen, and plunge into civil war. Europe will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll balkanize you in countries marked with native American names, and every civilization for the rest of eternity will know a degenerate society has failed there. Your pseudo-culture will be forgotten and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a history book that unmistakably showed you were unnatural ethnical patchwork.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.