Soy do people on sharty actually know me

[BLACKHAWK]

I have no idea how many times I went to this place and posted there i feel i should be getting some rep.

 

[Dr Frumpus Croid]

I’m afraid no one knows who the fuck you are.

 

[USL]

Broot is a literal who, and no one gives a shit about root. Even if you were to buy the 'arty, you probably would still be nobody.

 

[lifesucksthenyoudie]

I knew who you were from your posts on the booru, then I checked the wiki and saw you were there as early as /qa/

 

[BLACKHAWK]

Broot is a literal who, and no one gives a shit about root.

i dont know any of them.

 

[Feraljak]

Why do you care about rep on bald man with glasses website. You perfectly know that namefagging on imageboards is gay

 

[BLACKHAWK]

i am sure i can become famous namefag with how shit 4chan is. I should advertise my fcontent from now on. But I dont know where to start. I guess I will make that moon man album and review anime girls

 

[ILoveVesna]

I only know you from the 'ki bunker during soypocalypse or whatever

 

[AshkeNazi]

i barely know you from here, much less on the 'arty

 

[BLACKHAWK]

I only know you from the 'ki bunker during soypocalypse or whatever

that's fine.

 

[MoonMetropolis]

You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

 

[Stephen]

I miss him

 

[basil]

i remember you, hookie. everytime i see negev and junko enoshima, whether it be here, there, or anywhere. i think of you. you know hookie, i usually forget about the names of the characters that people like if i don’t talk to them for a while, i have bad memory. but i’ve remembered these because i still think of you, hookie. i really do. i miss you so much. come back.

 

[raepson industries .ltc]

blud was an enigma