I read this and I was like, as opposed to what?
Not making it through it?
Literally dying over the Christmas break because your dad doesn’t want you to spend all day in a dog cage, shitting on all his old moving blankets, following them around in public covered in hair, but wearing a diaper, dress, and slippers that you think means everyone needs to see you as a woman now or face your angry call to their boss where you lie about what happened to get them fired, then shit yourself and jack off in it victorious?
You’re gonna kill yourself cause pops doesn’t support you?
Welcome to the club. Neither of my parents loved me, should I fucking blow my brains out over it?
Fine maybe I will