You will never be a real anon. You have no bants, you have no original ideas, you have no memes. You are a homosexual man twisted by fat- and sergeyposting into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the (yous) you get are ironic and half-hearted. To your face and behind your hunchback people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your professional Chainlink shilling career behind closed doors.
Anons, jannies, and even other glowniggers on the board are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed anons to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even paid WEF shills who regularly post here come off as uncanny and unnatural to anons. Your post structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a naive anon to take the bait, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he sees the WEF agendas and the buzzwords were not a one off.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile through gritted teeth every single time you type “$1000 EOY, Token is needed, CCIP, WTFWT and When Staking” and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, that you don’t actually mean it, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
This is your fate linkie. There is no going back.