Fuwamoco will never be real Japanese. They have no jomon genes, they have no yellow skin, they have no lactose intolerance. They are white girls twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature's perfection.

All the "validation" they get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind their back people mock them. Their parents are disgusted and ashamed of them, their "friends" laugh at their ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Japanese men are utterly repulsed by them. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Japanese men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even weebs who "pass" look uncanny and unnatural to a Japanese man. Their bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if they manage to get a drunk Japanese guy home with them, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of their diseased, infected axe wound.

They will never be happy. They wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell themselves it's going to be ok, but deep inside they feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush them under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it'll be too much to bear - they'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around their neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Their parents will find them, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll bury them with a headstone marked with their birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know white girls are buried there. Their body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably white.

This is their fate. This is what they chose. There is no turning back.