>be me
>the year is 2018
>I'm a fascist, making fascist edits, listening to fashwave, doxxing niggers
>Thinking the US was at the end of it's line and that it was going to go into civil war, and just enjoying my male life

I slowly moved away from that, stopped forcing masculinity on myself, suddenly realize that it's all stupid, and then covid happens, I realize I'm trans, start HRT at age 18, get bottom surgery with a Brazilian doctor (the best in the whole world btw, no need for dilation, self lubricating, doesnt smell like shit) get FFS, get elbow surgery and breast implants, etc. now I'm in the 3rd year of a relationship with my boyfriend, living together in a nice house in LA, planning to adopt a kid after we get married next year

>be me
>the year is 2025
>I am the opposite of what I was just a bit longer than half a decade ago
>the things I once believed come back to haunt me, the things I once said on here now being repeated by my young brother, and a whole bit of the youth, and even people older than me, fash-stuff now is mainstream
> I wake up
>Riots down the hill from me
>city is burning
>The national guard are down the street, telling us to stay inside or else, there are tanks downtown, and I'm now realizing that the world is falling asleep after I already woke up

Is this some cruel fucking joke? did the universe decide to send me down the pipeline too early? I was literally a gym bro at one point and now im a passoid living with a rich guy in LA, and things are exactly how I wanted them.... half a decade ago.

I will never kill myself, or rope or whatever, but I'm just worried about the future, and I recognize all the dogwhistles that I used to joke using. I guess I'm a traitor... But god. If I get put in a camp I will gladly Heil Hitler and secure my spot in Valhalla before my death