i cant cut myself or kill myself because i was stupid enough to make people and animal care about me.
im tired of this tranny existence and its too much for me. my flesh prison disgusts me daily and i cannot tolerate it well at all. if im left alone with my thoughts it takes no longer than 10 minutes for my mind to find itself enthralled with the idea of ending my life.
in the past week alone ive thought about
hanging myself
shooting myself
taking a bunch of pills
ziptying a bag over my head and ziptying my wrists
slicing my wrists open in a warm bath
jumping in front of a truck
jumping off a building
driving headfirst into traffic or an immovable object
why am i so creative with these methods? why cant i be creative in ways to improve my life or cope better with trannyshit?
