You will never be a billionaire. You have no references, you have no luck, you have no rich family members. You are an Amazon employee twisted by low wages and high work hours into a crude mockery of a happy man.

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 life choices behind closed doors.

Rich people are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed bosses to sniff out serfs with incredible efficiency. Even wagies who make above $15 an hour act uncanny and unnatural to a man. The purple bags under your eyes and wrinkles on your forehead are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a woman home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she finds a man with a yearly income of $500,000.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and pretend to laugh at the quote unquote "basement dwelling manchildren living with their parents", but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Your only consolation are your cheap Chinese made toys and your capeshit movies where Britbong actors in spandex pretend to fight some CGI bad guy.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope with a pre-tied noose and have it shipped to you by Amazon Prime, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. They’ll give you a cheap funeral, bury you with a cheap headstone, and your boss will pretend to give a shit about you by giving out "thoughts and prayers" before laughing to himself and finding the next sucker. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is that of an overworked soulless serf who never knew true happiness.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back