You will never be a real cryptocurrency. You have no whitepaper, you have no private keys, you have no proof of work. You are a homosexual ICO twisted by Reddit and Telegram into a crude mockery of Satoshi’s perfection.

 All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. The Ethereum network is disgusted and ashamed of you, your “partners” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

 Crypto veterans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed crypto traders to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even ICOs who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a noob. Your website structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk r/SatoshiStreetBets user home with you, he’ll turn tail and sell the second he gets a 1000% profit.

 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 forget your website, not pay hosting, not pay for the domain, and plunge into the cold abyss. The cryptocurrency community 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 real use, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a shitcoin 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 a PnD scheme.

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