it’s barely morning and 3 people already called me miss. i didn’t have to hide behind a swastika avatar or some fantasy about being the “master race” to get respect. you cling to dead dictators and loser armies that got crushed 80 years ago like it makes you special. you tell yourself you’re feared but nobody fears you. they laugh at you. you’ve built nothing, you own nothing, you’ve never touched the kind of love or happiness you pretend to fight for and you could never in your life pull a cute femboy like me. i’m going to eat breakfast with someone who actually wants me there. you’re going to sit here all day rotting, crying about jews, women, and immigrants while the world moves on without you.