suicide

im really sorry

she used my melody images and she was so very sweet, she will be sorely missed, rest in peace Julia

so this place is essencially dead 4tran but for attention whores, yikes

“purity test” and its not wanting to be talked down to by some preachy privileged passoid, had a cis person said what you said youd be calling them a retard

who is Neptune

oh yeah good luck

thats how it be

yeah

yeah and the e too

john50 in the making

is 17 still youngshit for trans guys tho?

hoping one day out of those 60ish years theyll finally find the purpose of all the previous and remaning ones

was forced to explain to my father its like if you were a jigsaw puzzle and all of your pieces fit wrong, even if in the end they do make an image its the wrong image

and its not easy to ignore because eveyrhing you do is wrong, the pieces fit together but they make an abhorrent pattern, you see the pieces when you look at your hands, in the mirror, when you talk, when compared to others

other peoples puzzles may may not be perfect, but they are at least coherent, yours is an abstract image that inflicts distress and discomfort, its a distressing mosaic of misplaced pieces glued together that way

and the only way to fix it is by taking the puzzle apart and reordering the pieces, and the ones who cant fit youll have to cut up and re-order, it will always be jagged and stained and whether or not people can tell it was re-arranged is not up to us, we’ll never know until we finish the job

but at the very least, its bearable to look it, nots not causing agony again, we can look and say its somewhat right now, and thats better than outright wrong

its a shit explanantion but hey i had to come it with it on the spot

preachy retarded passoid in safe environment hates being reminded how privileged she is, nothing new under the sun

obvious caveats you forget to mention on your post, obvious for third world faggots like me maybe, have fun in your ivory tower

passoid on your username you dont get to be jealous of me

things dont just get better, and they dont just get worse, life is the worst rollercoaster you will ever be in, theres highs and lows and the most we can do is choose the direction we want to take it

and there is comfort in sadness, comfort in desolation, but its also the bottom of the well, the end of the barrel, to choose such comfort is to abandon the comfort of breeze and of sun

like i said, you dont get to make the highs and lows go away, just choose in what direction you want this ride to be headed

do you genuinely think your life will be anything but pain and misery and pure foggy static in your brain if you decide to full rep

my superior mother tongue will continue to charm all who hear it like the chant of a siren