Hi newfren anons, im mad as fuck right now, y dad, for some stupid reason, started looking through the trash can in my room and found my used HRT syringes.
God forbid that your autistic, chronically online, friendless son have any privacy in his room, in your house, and under your daily christcucked surveillance.
When returned home after work, I found him in the living room with an expression that I can only describe as that of someone who has a cactus on his ass and is trying to pretend it doesnt hurts. He throw on some drama and gave me a fucking retarded lecture about how I need to go to rehab and that drugs kill and that he needs to know what kind of drugs I'm on and that he wants the best for my.
On estrogen, Dad. On estrogen. I need to make my body feminine and weak, reject my masculinity and make myself impotent so my psyche doesn't end up imploding and making me kill myself like a little mentally ill faggot, because there's something deeply wrong with me, a rotten core of evil and degeneracy.
Is that what you want to hear, dad? Your son is a freak, motherfucker, you probably gave me the tranny gene or sum