I hate my body, my voice, and my brain. I will never be happy in this woman-shaped shell. I can only hope to destroy it so I can be free.
clamo
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- here lies the identity of psychotic artist formerly known as clamo. rip to an identity we have sculpted for 7 years. we are sorry to those who loved them, but they must retreat for our safety after our stalkers' activities escalated to attempts physical harm even now from thousands of miles away. please love and cherish your memories with them. it was good while lasted
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No one sees me. No one hears me. No one treats me with respect. I don't deserve to claim to be transsexual. I will always be a woman.
This woman-shaped shell I never asked for eclipses and conceals me so badly even my partner regularly misgenders me these days.
There's always something else I am not trying hard enough at, and with each passing day I become weaker and more feeble-minded.
I am stupid, embarrassing, worthless, empty, ugly, fat, boring, pathetic, dull, gross, useless and above all simply unloveable.
Now I am stuck in this never-ending cycle of abuse, and there is nothing I can do to escape it. Each attempt is punished more than the last.
The last time I felt truly loved was the last time my mother sang my lullaby to me when I was 5 years old. A quarter of a century ago.
It doesn't matter, though. The problem is me. I am treated subhuman not because of the cruelty of others but because it is what I deserve.
My father was a little kinder than my mother, M was a little kinder than my father, and N was a little kinder than M.
I was so pliable, blinded by flattery and the short-lived kindness I received. I poured all my love and affection out for her.
I am a prisoner in my home. I was compelled out here in the wake of my son's death, despite my protests, to this roach-infested shithole.
At the end of the day, I have no choice but to die. I tried so desperately to get trained and work, but I keep failing, and I am broken.
This process has been humiliating and agonizing. Each person is more irritated with me than the last, and I get more frantic and desperate.
No one communicates with me, and then I am chastised for being ignored and for having to trust my own poor judgment. I need HELP!!!!
Years wait for repeated denials for disability and it feels like my lawyers don't even want me to win. Pass the buck and shut this bitch up.
I am told my wounds are self-inflicted. I beg for help, and I beg for guidance, but I am snubbed, rejected, and chastised for my weakness.
I cannot connect with the world around me. I am cognitively, emotionally, socially, and physically detached from everything around me.
I have been drowning and gasping for air for some time. I push and swim thru the current, but the waves crash into me harder each time.
i tried everything in my power to fight, to keep my chin up, but i could never learned to love myself. i fear i am simply a hollow vessel.
i'm sorry it has taken so long to get to this point. i am cowardly and dishonorable, and i have pulled too many to count into this vortex.