A great storm batters your mind, and yet, you persist. Are you trying to be a stoic? There is not a single philosophy in the world that promotes helplessness; this is what you are practicing, not stoicism.Things that are in your power to change are precisely the things you must change; the philosophy that advocates for withering away, itself withers away through the centuries. You are NOT Aurelius unless you change your life.You are not Socrates, who, despite his friends' offerings of assistance in escape, acquiesced to his death by poison. Few of the great have ever died more pitifully. And whilst you remain inert, you are dying by poison too; you are dying in such a pitiful way.You need not do anything more than alter the hormonal composition of your blood; whatever you after that is up to you. But you will feel much better when the poison is out of you.If you want to be strong like Aurelius, then the first step is to stop repping. And the keys to an empire will be handed to you.
>>44145709False nvke. Giving in to one tranny thought just brings more and more and sadness.
>>44145732Real. Never give into the tranny thoughts, it's only downhill from there
>>44145709it's actually just fear and cowardice really
>>44145709I'm too much of a coward to troon or rope so I'm stuck living as an observer of my own life.
>>44145709I am not trans. I am a rock. I am an island.
>>44145709I was happier as a repperI want to go backdon’t listen to them repbros
Repping is probably ruining my brain and friendships the same way denying yourself food makes you irritable and upset
>>44145709Why the board's fixation with reppers lately? Some of us have been here for like a decade atp
>>44146352first the boymoders started calling themselves manmoders and now the manmoders are calling themselves reppers so its being artificially inflated
>>44145709see>>44145803
>>44146352I blame that damn rabbit
>>44145709You're about 20 years too late. But thank you for caring c:For some of us, the most compassionate choice would be physician assisted suicide. There are people genuinely not meant to live in this world. I feel often like it's a sisterhood, the ghosts of the women before me who didn't belong either, and soon i'll transition and join them. I hope there's nothing after death, but if there is something, i hope it's a nice big old house with tons of rooms and every one of us will be there, radiant and beautiful, telling our stories and walking the property full of big old mossy oak trees in the evening, fireflies dancing and a constant peaceful hum of souls finally at peace, together. That thought gives me so much hope for my battered lil soul c:
