If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.
Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but...
This is extremely hard to read. It's heartbreaking to think that Leelah and lots of other trans individuals like her don't get the chance to heal the wounds that society inflicts. And when healing doesn't take place there is opportunity for things to get worse. It turns out they don't always get better. They get better when we are there for each other. Who can you be there for? Who can you fight for? Who can you love?











