You will never be a real man. You have no sperm, you have no testes, you have no prostate. You are a homosexual woman twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk chick home with you, She’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased, infected phallo. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably female. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

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I was reading you last blog entry, and wanted to write you something. I maybe don't have words of advice but I have words of understanding. After I got my bachelor in art, I thought I would become an artist, now I rarely draw. I love to code but I don't know if I could keep a job in that industry. (and I'm also learning to drive ! At 30..) I know that feeling of believing you are late, that need to catch up. But maybe life is now. In figuring out what you want. Spending time with your (very cute) dogs. As terrible as the job market is, as lost as you feel, you still are a creative soul with a beating heart, they can't take it from you. No matter how slow you are going, and no matter in which direction. I wish you all the best things (and some money, since apparently we need it so bad in this fucking capitalist hellhole), good luck

nice website! (love the sticker collection page) you seem like a nice person to hang out with :] wishing you good luck with the things ahead, i hope you get to follow your dreams! („• ֊ •„)੭

Wonderful site! Keep it up and good luck with work :3

incredible taste, beautiful website

Fantastic homepage, beautiful art, and cute doggies!

very nice site, love the cottage core!!!

beautiful site!

i'm so happy i found this page. great inspiration tysm

Just clicking through the Pik Ring. Love your little slice of the internet, keep it up!

Hey I love this website!!!!!

Love everything about the home page!