McRoastie™ don't have a clue what's happening, yet. She's happy in her early 30s. She think that till she's still have a pretty face and a good body she will be desirebale. She don't know what's swating around the turn of the river.

First she will start to notice how her boyrfiends are not interesed in her anymore. She will shrug it off with drugs and parties with other McRoasties™.

Then thing will start escalate. Her body will become more and more old. Diseases, little at first and suddenly more and more serious, with time. Her face will lose that teenage perkiness. Her eyes will look wrinkled.

She will try to do more drugs and medicine. Then McRoastie™ will try to do more make up. And then, finally she will be tired and she will start to crawl into depression.

She will get few cats and she will go on the trips. McRoastie's™ Tinder choices will become less picky. But that wouldn't help. Time is gone. That's it.

McRoastie™ will use more drugs and try to settle down with lower grade guys. Then she'll go to complete losers. At some point she will understand that she can get only the lowest of the low.

But she'll be okay with it. She'll start to drink a lot and settle down with some fat loser turboretard and try to make few kids. If her body will be able to carry them without miscarriage, of course. You know, the age is not a joke.

Then McRoastie™ will pretend to be happy and will become aging Karen with few kids that she barely cares about. Her life will become boring, miserable routine but more opioids and more alcohol will solve the problem.

McRoastie™ will stop to look after the body and will become another fat aging lady. With fat husband and stupid kids. Her life will be the lack of anything good aside from drinking and abusing opiod recipes.

McRoastie™ will die tired of living and unhappy. Such is life of McRoastie™.