Like I’ve told I’m suicidal I’ve told him plenty of times and yet he still thought it was a good idea to just shatter my dreams then leave me alone I don’t know what he expects but you know what me dying would hurt him the most so why the fuck should I bother trying to fight this.

and of course he decided to tell me this 5 minutes before he went to work so now I get 8 hours of wanting to die all by myself so now if I do something stupid it’ll be 8 hours until someone finds me I fucking hate everything.

So yeah I just went from passively suicide to wanting to actually kill myself

I haven’t slept for more than a few hours each night because the internet in our room decided to just fucking stop and no one seems to want to help me fix it and I need videos playing in the background so I don’t have nightmares 

I haven’t heard from my family in like a month and a half

I barely talk to my friends because I can’t start conversations and no one seems to want to talk to me anymore

I haven’t been able to get a job in 4 months living here

And now a whole bunch of people I thought were my friends are being giant aphobes

Idk Dax is trying to help but I’m not in a good place right now

shirtag:

brownboiiimagic:

When I was little, the only dresses and skirts that I liked were the “spinnerooni” ones because they are so much fun to play in. After trying to come into myself, I decided to try killing every piece of me that was feminine because I was introduced to this “masculinity requirement” to pass as male and to be “trans enough” in general. For the past year and a half, I’ve been telling a lot of my friends to BREAK THE BINARY and I’m finally at a point where I have started to ease myself into physically expressing the boy inside. I’m very happy about this because I feel like, not only as a transman, but as a transman of color, my community isn’t generally happy about bois that are okay with their “femininity”, but I am finally realizing that I can’t really kill the person that I already am. I shouldn’t stop myself from feeling cute as fuck just because other people might not feel comfortable with it. It will probably take time until I can wear this out and about, but I am proud of myself for being able to put this on and take these pictures and make this post and not care too much about it.

I’m still a KING.

Blake (he/him/his)

[[[Thank you Nat & Kourt for the petticoats]]]

if any of you remember this post, it is by the same boy who took his life last night/this morning (3/24/15). rest in peace blake