You will never be a real Ayran. You have no blue eyes, you have no white skin, you have no blond hair. You are a mutt twisted by miscegenation and Jewish propaganda into a crude mockery of nature’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 “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Real Ayrans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Ayrans to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even mutts who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to an Ayran. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk white girl home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased, infected genes.
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 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 your birth race, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a mutt is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably half negro.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
: ok so, you grow a pair, stop being such a delusional asshole, and maybe some girl will decide that she can put up with your sorry excuse of a human body for long enough to stand your 2 inch dick inside of her.
