You will never be a real country. You have no embassies, you have no official diplomatic missions, you have no recognition. You are a bandit, criminal island twisted by imperialism and propaganda into a crude mockery of political perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back countries mock you. Your citizens are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “allies” laugh at your illegitimate pretensions behind closed doors.

Chinese people are repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Chinese citizens to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Your territory is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a small country to recognize you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a to know that all your promises are fake and he's better off recognizing the mainland.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake notice attacking the mainland every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the political pressure creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll try to declare independence, announce it, you will get immediately liberated by the mainland, and be put into absolute submission by the real China. Your former citizens will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of being part of a criminal state. They’ll bury you with a footer on the history books marked with your real name "Taiwan province of the PRC", and every student for the rest of eternity will know that a criminal state that claimed to be the real China was there. Your remembrance will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a mere mention of an unmistakably criminal state.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.