you’re a piece of shit. a trash. a pathetic child. i’m sure nobody loves you, not even your mother. you should’ve been aborted.. kill yourself. you’re a cancer.
I’m scared to post this because it looks exactly like what an immature thirteen year old me would send to my inbox when I didn’t get enough attention. Hit home?
That being said, I’m so glad you decided to tell a person who just openly came out to being raped, assaulted, abused, and groomed to the point of developing c-ptsd and an entirely dissociated mindset that they should die!
You’re right about my mother but! I can assure you I have an internal team of 180+ cheerleaders who do love me and act as my family where the body’s family had failed.
But honestly. Imagine being some degenerate gutter scum getting so mad about a gay, trans survivor’s opinion on a shitty their favorite movie that they decide to tell them they’re “a cancer” and a failed abortion. That’s you, right there! Nothing but a little harassing cowardly bully hiding behind an anon mask.
Like Jesus, if I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you’re some disgusting, amorphous blob of my intrusive thoughts, pathetically whispering whatever suicidal thoughts it can muster up out of one (1) braincell.
You’re looking to get a rise, and you got one - if you think watching the reaction of someone you’ve just told to kill themself and that they’re unloved and unwanted over a fucking movie is funny, congrats! You’re a medical miracle, a talking asshole!
You’re no hero. You’re an idiotic cowardly cockwaffle and a pubescent playground bully who never got the swift kick in the dick they so badly deserved.
We’ve gone ahead and changed our name to scelestium (one who is wicked; villainous) and our system name to the static snow system (thank you, porter robinson) for safety reasons, permanently. ...or until I say so.
