He could have loved me. He could be loving me right now if I wasn’t a disgusting tranny. 99% chance to be born normal yet here I am, living proof that God exists and that he is cruel.
He could have loved me. He could be loving me right now if I wasn’t a disgusting tranny. 99% chance to be born normal yet here I am, living proof that God exists and that he is cruel.
I wish this wasn’t relatable i really wish it wasn’t. I feel like such dogshit when I feel actual, real relief that he’s dead and doesn’t have to see me embarrass myself trooning out.