me
>trans mtf
>faggot
>depressed
>full of anxiety
>using Any Forums unironically
>drug user
Yeah, my past self would have killed itself
Me
Logan Murphy
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John Wood
Gtfo tranny
Angel Flores
nobody cares. post bussy or gtfo
Elijah Gonzalez
Do you do anything to drive people away?
>inb4 yuh its a tranny
Besides that. Some people will hang out with a tranny if they're a good person.
Asher Bailey
Not that I know, I’m trying to be as good as possible to everyone
Nathan Thomas
Eh. You're fine. I'm genderfluid and I lurk here. You just have to continue ignoring the dipshit bigots. We all know they want lady dick.
Jaxson Watson
If you're using that as your pfp, I guarantee you're balding, fat, have copious amounts of shoulder hair and stubble, and a gross hairy ass. You also have faded blue dyed hair that you haven't washed in a week.
Josiah Lee
Woah chill, it’s a cool pic, and hibike is goat anime
Brody Barnes
Just don't act like an entitled jerk. Not everyone will or has to accept you, so find friends who love you beyond using you for progressive social media updoots. Find things you enjoy and goals to work toward and try not to overdo the drugs. Also, if you walk with a slouch, try walking upright like your not bothered and you have shit to do, and keep that attitude. In the words of Ayn Rand "the question isn't who is going to let me, the question is who is going to stop me."
Hunter Kelly
You will never pass. You will lock yourself away in your home and become more and more bitter and delusional as you desperately try to convince yourself that you look like a women.
Your only friends—and I use that word very lightly—will be fellow castrated men who will also be suffering the same regret and mental anguish over their poorly thought out decision. The entirety of your "friendship" will be mutual reassurance that you didn't make a mistake, and discussing how to make other people fuck up as bad as you did so you won't be alone in your misery.
But you will be alone, even around other people.
Always alone in your head, always suspicious of what others really think about you, always knowing the truth that they are only humoring you out of pity.
Despised by all, hideous, a freak. Incapable of having love, a family, or genuine human connections. Slowly, your grip on reality will slip away until, on the rare moment you are forced to confront it. It will be such a shock to you, such a painful reminder of what you actually are, that the intrusive thoughts will hijack your every waking moment.