You will always be a ching chong chinaman. You have no big eyes, you have no high nose bridge, you have no oval face. You are an inferior gene carrier produced in the moral lowland of East Asia into a crude mockery of nature’s selection.
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 foreigner “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Non-Chinese are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed real humans to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even chinamen who “desinocized” feel uncanny and unnatural to a non-Chinese. Your slant eyes and wide face is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk brunette home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets to see your inch long small yellow dick.
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 buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold 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 Chinese name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a chinaman 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 chink.
This is your fate. This is what you got without going ER. There is no turning back.

的确，北蒙古人种尤其北佬韩支长的最丑