Choose transition. Choose programming. Choose a career in tech. Choose a polycule. Choose a big fucking Discord server.
Choose fucking Thinkpads and Bionicles, a fursona and a bunch of weird fetishes. Choose a fringe political ideology and a personality disorder and no financial stability.
Choose overpriced rent in a west coast american city. Choose a two bedroom apartment for all eight of your partners. Choose to date all your friends. Choose thigh highs and miniskirts. Choose clothes that you definitely can't pull off. Choose DIY HRT and wondering what your levels are when you read a post on /tttt/ that makes you dysphoric about something you never thought about before.
Choose sitting at your desk playing grand strategy games stuffing fucking Sour Patch Kids in your mouth.
Choose being canceled at the end of it all, nothing more than an abuser to the fucked up selfish 18 year olds you should never have dated.
Choose your future. Choose transition.
Choose fucking Thinkpads and Bionicles, a fursona and a bunch of weird fetishes. Choose a fringe political ideology and a personality disorder and no financial stability.
Choose overpriced rent in a west coast american city. Choose a two bedroom apartment for all eight of your partners. Choose to date all your friends. Choose thigh highs and miniskirts. Choose clothes that you definitely can't pull off. Choose DIY HRT and wondering what your levels are when you read a post on /tttt/ that makes you dysphoric about something you never thought about before.
Choose sitting at your desk playing grand strategy games stuffing fucking Sour Patch Kids in your mouth.
Choose being canceled at the end of it all, nothing more than an abuser to the fucked up selfish 18 year olds you should never have dated.
Choose your future. Choose transition.
