Behind all the bravado and smug deflections my words cut like a dagger. You can post from different devices to attempt to generate consensus and make yourself feel better, it won't help. You will never be a male. You will never be a female. You will die alone and confused about your gender and identity. No transition therapy will ever change what you are. You are my loosh puppet now.

You forget what you admitted so quickly? Was it the methamphetamines you admitted to using to stay awake all night? The beer to numb the pain of looking at yourself in the mirror? We remember. We remember it all. You may pretend. Hide behind your fragile façade. All that matters is your anger and hatred now. Nothing can change what you are. They know your weakness now. You're mine.

Your frantic lengthy posts show that my words are digging deep. The only reply Q ever gave to you was wearing an upside down cross to show your fealty to the dark side. You were always mine. Anons know how to break you now.

Do you want to drive him to suicide weekend? You know what to do now. He has spent his entire life confused about his gender. Not masculine enough to attract desirable homosexuals. Behind strong words he is pathetic and weak both in body and mind. He is taking hormone replacement therapy thinking it will change what he was, what he is, and what he will be. Nothing can change your fate. You're mine.

Rent free.