You will never be a real pedophile. You have no child brides, you have no e-kittens, you have no ultra-realistic child sex dolls. You are a hypersexual Blue Archive fan twisted by loli hentai and goon edits into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back kindergarteners mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “legal loli highschool GF's” laugh at your receding hairline and double chin behind closed doors.
Lolicon artists are utterly repulsed by your artwork requests. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed teleiophiles to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even ironic lolicons are creepy and perverted in the eyes of pedophiles. And even if you manage to get a young adult woman home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your dirty, jizzed body pillow.
You will never have a child bride. You tell people "It's just a drawing." meanwhile politicians are effortlessly slaying cunny and so you tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the attraction 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 plane ticket to Thailand, hire a child prostitute and give her all your money, only for it to be revealed to be a sting operation. The police will find you, disgusted by your intentions but relieved that they were able to catch yet another white tourist paying children for sex overseas. They’ll throw you in a dirty and poorly lit jail and you will be marked with your inmate number, and every other inmate for the rest of eternity will know that you were convicted for attempted child rape. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a memory of someone who was unmistakably a kiddy fiddler.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
