>>50350627Lemme just get this out of the way now, and everyone can just point to this post if you do anything in the thread after this
Ahem
You will never be a deadbeat. You have no calcium, you have no rhythm, you have no personality that would make Mori ever want you. You are a shut-in self-hating egg-head twisted by delusions of mythical drama and exposure to catalog rrats into a disgusting mockery of nature’s perfection. All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending years of your life shitposting the Hololive Global thread at a first-grader's level was a worthwhile use of your time, but one can't expect that an individual as pathetic as you will ever know the value of the two years you threw away in doing that. Actual deadbeats are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of hours of stream watching have allowed natives to identify frauds from mannerisms and vocabulary alone. Even if your written text of chicken-hatred and attention begging akin to a woman on her period somehow passes as normal (it won't), any deadbeat will immediately cut all ties when they read the schizo posts and rrats of someone who is not only a threadreader at best, but worth no more than garbage in terms of reps, posts, and likeability. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile and laugh to yourself believing that shitposting about a chuuba's feelings that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than watching a stream, as you project your disgusting traits onto others. However, deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, and you know that. You know that all you do now is shitpost with a small folder of images that will be mocked for repititon, and not even the exotic trait of pretending to be someone that larps as a skeleton makes up for just how unpleasant of a person you are. 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 mother 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 headstone marked with an engraving of an egg, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a schizophrenic retard is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is the skeleton that resembles those you so desperately tried to post as. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. Hate yourself and apologize for being off your meds to some skeletal entity that exists only in your mind while actual deadbeats post about their love for Mori and her friends for the valid reason of it being more fun than spewing schizophrenic rrats.
