Dear my own family, here I am the complete and utter fucking disappointment. You can ridicule me all you want now... I've honestly stopped giving a fuck.
Why, why do you treat me this way, what have I actually done to deserve any of this? I've done everything to make you happy and somewhat proud of me but you still deadname, berate and call me the wrong pronouns no matter what I do.
What's the FUCKING point! What is the FUCKING POINT IN EXISTING ANYMORE!? Nobody actually gives a flying fuck about me! To them, I'm just a burden, makes me wonder why I stopped myself from killing myself in the first place, everybody would be 10000x better off without me.
Fuck this shit, I'm done with existing.
From your least favourite child, Christopher James William Bates.
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Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)
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