You will never find a woman. No amount of ground horse dick will make your micropenis bigger. Your family is disgusted and ashamed of you because you’re womanless and still living with them. Your friends mock your flat, slant eyed bug face behind your back. Women are utterly repulsed by you. Your only escape is to regurgitate chink propaganda in shill threads because you can’t think for yourself outside the hivemind. You F5 49 times per second hoping to get (You)s because you have no purpose in your sad miserable insect life. You hide behind a memeflag because you’re too ashamed of your ancestry and heritage. You will never be happy and eventually you will get a rope, tie a noose and plunge into the deep cold abyss. Your parents will not mourn you, for you are but one of the 14 other disposable Changs lining up for father’s inheritance. Instead, they are relieved that they no longer have to feed the insufferable and useless parasite. Your body will be immediately cremated, for the Great Leader Xi can’t risk another omicron infestation. You get a second chance in life, only to reincarnate as Chong in the rural village of Ping Pong because the probability of being born a male chink is over 41%. The cycle continues, and women will still, with no exception, avoid you.
This is your fate. This is the path you chose. There’s no turning back.
