The reason I don't vote is because "there are no other options." I'm reading a book titled "Everyone Around Me Is Stupid Except Me" with genuine enjoyment. Though I'm constantly lured by bankrupt celebrities peddling get-rich-quick schemes in online salons, my sense of chosen superiority keeps growing stronger. My wallet never gets any fuller, but my heart feels satisfied. You could call it a deeply masochistic mental endurance, capable of enduring any hardship. That was exactly who she was—a woman from the exploited lower class, raising her son alone, who was her only hope. But faced with insurmountable tuition fees, she finally grasped their true position. That's when she turned to an individual activist on social media—an alleged human rights advocate, part of a clique that protects its own, sick of baseless, profit-driven accusations, a man who claims to fight poverty. More accurately: a creepy, pig-like otaku. He sincerely listens to the poor, introduces them to proper government aid programs, and hands out food supplies. A fat man who firmly grips her hand, declaring, "I'll always be here to support you!" And yet, he always ends with the same line: "But in return... you know the deal, right? The usual♪." What awaits her is a full course menu: massive piss drinking, soap-bath play, three creampie loads, and a realistic incest roleplay fantasy filled with spoiled brat antics. But this too is one form of goodness. This too is salvation. So if you've tweeted a strong sense of justice before bed and flooded your feed with supportive retweets, then come on, good night again tonight. (^ω^)v☆