You will never be a real intelligence analyst. You will never work for the State Department. You have no clearance, you have no intelligence, you have no access. You are a gay nerd twisted by Twitter and a 24/7 news cycle into a crude mockery of the military intelligence complex’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back spooks mock you. Your followers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your frigid takes and slavish support for neoconservative foreign policy behind closed doors. Intelligence agencies are utterly repulsed by you. Hundreds of years of evolution have allowed spooks to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even OSINT accounts who “are reliable” look uncanny and unnatural to a trained intelligence analyst. Your inability to refrain from falling for the most basic level psyops is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a blue checkmark follower, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your disinfo-infested timeline. You will never work for the State Department. You will never be an errand boy for the RAND corporation. 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 that you will never be the next Bellingcat creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll go to settings, click "Deactivate", and plunge into the cold abyss. Your followers will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to deal with a Canaris-tier amateur. They’ll quickly forget you, and every screenshot for the rest of eternity will show a wannabe spook once posted there. Your body will wither away under all the energy drinks and takeout food you've subsisted on, and all that will remain of your legacy is an account that was unmistakeably dogshit disinfo psyops peddling. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.