You e(m)-dated someone old enough to be your dad. Either there are some fúcked up incest traditions running in your family, or you seriously need help on locating your dignity. Some people "drown their sorrows" but you started a flood and six months later it still hasn't stopped. You remind me of Harley Quinn only not hot and considerably more in need of a mental assessment.
In my experience, roasting weebs isn't particularly necessary considering you are literally the embodiment of humiliation. Your hopes and dreams are limited to one day leaving your house. The fact that the best thing in your life is created by some Asian sex pests speaks volumes. You make yourself orgasm over a drawing instead of at least trying to fake it with a real person.
Your self-admitted arrogance is undermined by the calibre of girl you associate yourself with on this website. In person you don't send girls running, you make them want to dig an early grave. Any woman on chat roulette has a bottle of bleach to hand just in case they encounter you. You have a better chance of sustaining a sexual relationship with your own mother than you do with your right hand.
The number of mood swings you have over the course of one meal exceeds the amount of games abc has ever thrown. You pretend to be cultured with your four languages and foreign-named alts but really the only culture you know revolves around tortillas, salsa and cleaning the floor. You're a wannabe chola but you're too scared of losing your white man income. Just like you're too scared to lose your current position on this site despite everyone's completely serious requests for you to do so.
Your indecisiveness is on parr with Michael Jordan's in-and-out of retirement episodes; the only difference is people actually remember the things he did. You're too scared to make a decision because if you upset any idiot that actually likes you you'll be on your third breakdown of the year. The one record you're setting is "how many times can one person be used to delete an account without realising the girl requesting cares more about sucking Edark's díck than she does about Nathan". Your only similarity to pingu is that neither of you can decide if you're black or white. If for whatever absurd reason you're ever standing at the altar you'd have to get your mum to say "I do" for you so the congregation doesn't have to wait five days for you to say two words.
Your obsession with asserting your dominance over others is borderline insane. Considering your age I can only assume you hit puberty a bit later than the rest and the testosterone is on overload. How surprised were you when the girl you hooked up with dropped your pants and thought you must be undergoing gender surgery? It's fine to have aspirations in life but I don't think idolising Caitlyn Jenner is in your best interest.
