You will never be a real bodybuilder. You have no willpower, you have no mental strenght, you have no discipline. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs 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 deformed appearance behind closed doors.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even roiders who “keep it lowkey” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your muscle growth pattern is a dead giveaway.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single time before benching and tell yourself your kidneys are gonna to be ok, but deep inside you feel the roid rage creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - your heart will give in and you will die from a heart attack like an old man. 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 picture of you before you started roiding. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton without any gains.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
