rope if sub5

Bro, it's like if you don't have that perfect chad jawline, gymceling won't save you, because all the roiding and hypertrophy in the world doesn't fix your recessed chin or your canthal tilt that's straight-up beta-coded, like the blackpill hit me hard last night scrolling through IG models with giga-Stacey-level symmetry, meanwhile I'm here analyzing my midface ratio like some kind of autist scientist trying to decipher why no amount of derma rolling, tret, or mewing makes a dent in the genetic garbage fire that is my skull shape, and don't even get me started on hairline recession, bro, because it's like every strand lost is one more point off my SMV, and I'm at the point where even thinking about SMP feels cope-maxx tier, like should I just lean into monk-mode and disappear, but nah, then I see some hypermasc giga-chad hitting 300k likes for a shirtless pic, and I’m like, “Bro, how do I compete?” because PSL ratings legit make you feel like a subhuman; it's wild how your whole worth boils down to bone structure and orbital exposure, but here I am, deep into this rabbit hole of red light therapy, zinc maxxing, and trying to work out if a weak gonial angle is why I get mogged IRL daily, all while people on forums are like “just personalitymaxx” or “moneymaxx,” but bro, we all know attraction is visual first, and when you’ve got nasolabial folds coming in hot by age 25, it's basically over, like who’s even swiping right when your Tinder pics look like you’re perpetually exhausted from life and no amount of better lighting or jawline filler can hide that—seriously, it’s all clown world vibes, and if you think about it too much, you realize that even surgery is a gamble unless you’re about to fully face-off-maxx with some crazy midface shortening procedure straight out of South Korea, but then you’d be unrecognizable and risk uncanny valley territory, so what’s even the point of chasing the dream if it’s all one big rigged genetic lottery that we lost the second the sperm hit the egg, bro, like maybe just delete all socials, de-gen-maxx in the basement, and accept it’s over, but nah, I’m out here still trying because hope is the ultimate cope, right?