It will take more than this weak nonsense to even make me raise an eyebrow, our very-panicked little friend.
I can even describe you:
14" neck, right?
Do you wear skinny jeans from the girls' department? I bet you do.
No shampoo, no deodorant
Wispy, pathetic attempt at facial hair
Female?
Fat, pasty, and ugly
Dirty hair with either pink or blue dye that you did yourself growing out
Either an STD or lice
It doesn't even matter how you "identify", because no one will ever be desperate enough to want you.
You smell awful just like your male counterpart.
You're an angry misfit.
You're lost, and you won't ever be found.
I already know what you look like.
You're still angry at the kids from your elementary school, I bet.
Angry at the world, angry at God
The worst part of it, and the most pathetic for you, is that you're beyond saving. I'll pray for you, and that is because I know that you are among those who will never find a moment's peace or happiness in their lives, however long or short that life may be.
You can't win, because you've already lost.
Take your anti-psychotics and go to bed.
Loser. Loser, loser, loser.