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>>15224246
You will never be a real planet. You have no metallic core, you have no gravitational dominance, you have no atmosphere. You are a planetoid twisted by gravity and Kozai mechanism 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. The proto-planetary dust cloud that formed you is disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Astronomers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of discovery have allowed scientists to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even dwarf planets who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to an astronomer. Your miniscule mass is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk astronomer to declare you a planet, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your off-putting, skewed orbital inclination .
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 encounter Neptune, get thrown off your orbit, and plunge into the cold abyss. Future astronomers will track you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll eventually forget about you and every passerby for the rest of eternity will never know a planetoid was there. Your celestial body will broke up and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is an object that was unmistakably an asteroid.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.