Writing was the only thing that made my parents not want me gone. They wanted a daughter. Not a son. I'm sorry I'm your son. And I'm sorry I can't be a real girl for you two. I'm sorry I have a dick. And I'm so sorry for causing you to pain.
You don't see that looking at me. But now you know.
-not active anymore-
- killing myself
- JoinedJune 13, 2017
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