Imagine being a woman in your twenties or thirties in this society. You have no husband, no children, no redeeming qualities. You spent your younger years chasing dopamine and riding Chad cock. But those days are getting rarer.
The clock is ticking. Days passing. Looks declining. Ovaries shrinking. Your days of bliss are over. Time for your transition into a nihilist, middle-aged woman. What's it gonna be? Crazy cat lady? Marry a beta male for financial support? Perhaps pursue a meme career?
Whichever pathetic path you pick, deep down, you know what's going on. Because it's hard-wired in your brain that you should've had a husband and many children by now. And you don't.
The next ones are in line. Younger girls, fresher, and more innocent. They have every asset that you have lost over the years. You are trash compared to them. You know it's true.
And I, a simple loner, know how much you're seething if one of these pretty little girls crosses your path. You are inferior in every respect, and I sincerely hope that this stings. I hope you die bitter and alone, like the failed human that you are.
And me? Well, I may not have looks, but my assets are wisdom and experience. These age like wine, while your only assets is rotting away. And I enjoy every second of that.
The clock is ticking. Days passing. Looks declining. Ovaries shrinking. Your days of bliss are over. Time for your transition into a nihilist, middle-aged woman. What's it gonna be? Crazy cat lady? Marry a beta male for financial support? Perhaps pursue a meme career?
Whichever pathetic path you pick, deep down, you know what's going on. Because it's hard-wired in your brain that you should've had a husband and many children by now. And you don't.
The next ones are in line. Younger girls, fresher, and more innocent. They have every asset that you have lost over the years. You are trash compared to them. You know it's true.
And I, a simple loner, know how much you're seething if one of these pretty little girls crosses your path. You are inferior in every respect, and I sincerely hope that this stings. I hope you die bitter and alone, like the failed human that you are.
And me? Well, I may not have looks, but my assets are wisdom and experience. These age like wine, while your only assets is rotting away. And I enjoy every second of that.
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