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- 11 de Jul, 2021
You will never be the real Jimin. You are not Korean, you are not in BTS, you have no naturally luscious lips. You are a koreaboo twisted by k-pop and surgery into a crude mockery of Korea’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is non-existent. On Tiktok and Twitter people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” recoil at your ghoulish appearance right in front of you.
Koreans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Koreans to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even koreaboos who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Korean. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk Korean home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected metal ridden chin.
You will never be happy. You can't even wrench out a fake smile every single morning on your stiff face and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, and deep inside you feel the lip filler creeping up like an edema, ready to crush you under the unbearable pressure.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a kimchi, put it in bowl, put it on a table, and drown into the hot 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 name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an Anglo 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 fucked up.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
first post hello frens
All the “validation” you get is non-existent. On Tiktok and Twitter people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” recoil at your ghoulish appearance right in front of you.
Koreans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Koreans to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even koreaboos who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Korean. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk Korean home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected metal ridden chin.
You will never be happy. You can't even wrench out a fake smile every single morning on your stiff face and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, and deep inside you feel the lip filler creeping up like an edema, ready to crush you under the unbearable pressure.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a kimchi, put it in bowl, put it on a table, and drown into the hot 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 name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an Anglo 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 fucked up.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
first post hello frens