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You will never be a real 日本人. You have no slanted eyes, you have no pin-straight black hair, you have no fucked up teeth. You are white woman twisted by anime and anki reps into a crude mockery of Asia’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 “JP senpai” laugh at your 地雷系 appearance behind closed doors.
JP niki are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed the Japanese to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even foreigners who “integrate” act uncanny and unnatural to a native. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a fat, bald ojisan home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your sweaty, stinky body.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression 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 rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will get a phone call, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you in a graveyard in the Northwest Passage, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know two demon guard dogs are buried there. Your bodies will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably canine.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
