I see someone uploaded this to the 4tran subreddit. I will respond to some of you here, I guess.
>Is this not sexual abuse?
I don't think I would call it that. I never told them to stop, I just went along with it if they asked me enough times. I wanted to make to make them happy. I think I enjoyed it sometimes too, which makes me feel gross. I know they all had a nice time messing with me and each other, but I feel disgusting and moidy for even slightly feeling the same during some rare occasions.
>She is a woman, poor thing.
Whatever female parts of me there were, I think are long gone. I don't look like a woman, either. I'm a shut-in now. Most people would probably say I act like a man, or a nerdy boy. The mental gap between me then and me now is minute but massive. It probably doesn't make any sense to describe it like that. But there's pieces of my soul that have broken off. I don't know if how I am today is a facade or true. Or if me back then was me either. Maybe it was all a repper haze. Nothing feels real to me anymore, and I no longer believe in friendship or love.
