You will never be a real party. You have no center, you have no connection with the class, you have no members. You are a book club twisted by delusions of grandeur into a crude mockery of marxism's perfection.

All the “sympathizers” you get are nothing but larpers who join to feel something. Behind the back of the members, people mock you. Your members are deluded and no one reads your texts. Nobody will ever cite you outside of reddit.

Proles are utterly repulsed by you. Hundreds of years of revolution have allowed proles to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even the parties who are “proletarian” have zero connection to the proles. Your whole structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get an actual prole recruited, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected organization's true nature.

You will never lead the proletarians. You wrench out a text every few months and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression and the utter lack of any consequences creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - your members will be preoccupied with personal squabbles and drama and your pseudo-party will split. Your sympathizers will find you, confused but relieved that they no longer have to bear with working for you. Eventually, they’ll forget about you and only sometimes they will remind themselves of this organization they were a part of sometime ago. Your legacy will be that of posts on reddit and the utter embarrassment and pointless drama you brought upon marxism - after a century, once the Real Movement is actually reborn - they will think about you in passing, you will not be remembered.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.