brassicasaur
Member
- May 9, 2025
- 49
I've been contemplating suicide since last year, since my idol in life hated me and my friend accused me falsely of sexual assault.
I had one hope in life, the hope that I'd one day be female. I hate being male so much.
Today, because some Gender Critical cunt in the Senedd asked for a "review" of the Welsh Gender Service, the service is cancelling all future surgeries.
I'll be stuck with a penis for the rest of my life. Disgusting organ. It's not a life I want to live.
I'll be jumping in front of a train, probably. I have no other methods readily available to me. The hard part will be getting out the house without my mum following me. I'm 23, but she still watches my every move. It's because she loves me, but love can't save me.
When they find my body, they'll conduct an investigation and find out that I used this site. They'll blame the site, of course, but the only reason I was on this website is because I was suicidal in the first place.
I'm on estrogen. My mum thinks it's the devil and blames it for every single health problem I have. The truth is, it was the hope of one day being female that was the only thing that kept me alive. Now, probably thanks to the success of Harry Potter, that one hope is taken from me.
I just want to explain, since my time here is probably almost up, why Commander Tartar from Splatoon is my avatar on this website. Basically, Tartar is an AI built by the last human 12,000 years ago. Its purpose was to pass on the knowledge of humanity to the next civilisation. It watched the Inklings (squid people) repeat all of human history, and decided they're more violent and petty than humanity and they weren't worthy of being successors to humanity. Tartar blended thousands of test subjects into paste, and it has a plan to wipe out Inkling civilisation by flooding the world with this paste, a primordial soup from which humanity will be reborn. Anyway, the good guys blow up Tartar to save the world.
The thing is, in Splatoon's world, there are salmon people known as Salmonids, who supposedly like to be killed and eaten. Thanks to a detail in the map MakoMart, where you can see Salmonid fillets being sold in frozen packages, it is confirmed that the Inkling civilisation has a people-meat industry. Thanks to the Grand Festival Big Run event in 2024, it was confirmed through the counter of Golden Eggs collected (baby Salmonids killed) that the Inklings killed billions of Salmonids in just two days. This means they most likely kill about a trillion per year.
Since the Inklings have a people-meat industry, and that industry is implied to kill a trillion people per year, all right here on our Earth, the Inklings genuinely are thousands of times more violent than humanity. There's no way the Salmonids actually like to be bled, gutted, beheaded and filleted on factory farms and trawler ships. I've seen what goes on in real-life salmon farms. Because the Inklings are actually worse than humanity, I ended up thinking for a time that Tartar was right.
This belief had people calling me a fascist. Tartar is genocidal, and I really don't want it to be right. Anyway, my regret for ever believing that Tartar was right is one of the many bricks in my wall, one of the many things leading to my eventual death.
I want them to play Them Bones by Alice in Chains at my funeral.
I had one hope in life, the hope that I'd one day be female. I hate being male so much.
Today, because some Gender Critical cunt in the Senedd asked for a "review" of the Welsh Gender Service, the service is cancelling all future surgeries.
I'll be stuck with a penis for the rest of my life. Disgusting organ. It's not a life I want to live.
I'll be jumping in front of a train, probably. I have no other methods readily available to me. The hard part will be getting out the house without my mum following me. I'm 23, but she still watches my every move. It's because she loves me, but love can't save me.
When they find my body, they'll conduct an investigation and find out that I used this site. They'll blame the site, of course, but the only reason I was on this website is because I was suicidal in the first place.
I'm on estrogen. My mum thinks it's the devil and blames it for every single health problem I have. The truth is, it was the hope of one day being female that was the only thing that kept me alive. Now, probably thanks to the success of Harry Potter, that one hope is taken from me.
I just want to explain, since my time here is probably almost up, why Commander Tartar from Splatoon is my avatar on this website. Basically, Tartar is an AI built by the last human 12,000 years ago. Its purpose was to pass on the knowledge of humanity to the next civilisation. It watched the Inklings (squid people) repeat all of human history, and decided they're more violent and petty than humanity and they weren't worthy of being successors to humanity. Tartar blended thousands of test subjects into paste, and it has a plan to wipe out Inkling civilisation by flooding the world with this paste, a primordial soup from which humanity will be reborn. Anyway, the good guys blow up Tartar to save the world.
The thing is, in Splatoon's world, there are salmon people known as Salmonids, who supposedly like to be killed and eaten. Thanks to a detail in the map MakoMart, where you can see Salmonid fillets being sold in frozen packages, it is confirmed that the Inkling civilisation has a people-meat industry. Thanks to the Grand Festival Big Run event in 2024, it was confirmed through the counter of Golden Eggs collected (baby Salmonids killed) that the Inklings killed billions of Salmonids in just two days. This means they most likely kill about a trillion per year.
Since the Inklings have a people-meat industry, and that industry is implied to kill a trillion people per year, all right here on our Earth, the Inklings genuinely are thousands of times more violent than humanity. There's no way the Salmonids actually like to be bled, gutted, beheaded and filleted on factory farms and trawler ships. I've seen what goes on in real-life salmon farms. Because the Inklings are actually worse than humanity, I ended up thinking for a time that Tartar was right.
This belief had people calling me a fascist. Tartar is genocidal, and I really don't want it to be right. Anyway, my regret for ever believing that Tartar was right is one of the many bricks in my wall, one of the many things leading to my eventual death.
I want them to play Them Bones by Alice in Chains at my funeral.
