Why did I have to be born with a neutral body, when it would’ve eventually twisted into something strange and unrecogniseable?
Why did I have to be born with a mind that expected my body to develop into something completely else—something normal and comfortable—instead of the maldeveloped form I was forced into?
Why wasn’t I allowed to prevent myself from getting perverted into something that was so far beyond recognition until it was too late—until my body was warped so far beyond repair that I wouldn’t be able to live with it anymore?
If I couldn’t be born as a normal cis girl, why did I have to be thrust into a life where I couldn’t transition early enough to keep on living?
Why did I have to go through the trauma of going through the wrong puberty when there was no light at the end of the tunnel, when the only thing I can do to escape this bodily hell is to kill myself?
Storybooks used to end with a happy ending when the character finally managed get through their trials and tribulations, so why am i still stuck in this hell?
Even If I don’t really want to die, I hope I can finally rest, even if ending my own life is something I was forced into aswell.
Even if there was no other way out, I hope it’ll be peaceful enough atleast…
I can’t wait to finally rest