Transgirls: for when you like a bit of the D but tits are fine, too.

anyway yesterday I was at Costco and somehow managed to get the very last container of the cheapest (yet best value and possibly tastiest) hummus and some douchenozzle yuppie and his equally douche-y wife had their eye on the same product (only to find there was none left, alas it was taken ... by me). All I could hear was "you can get a huge tub of it for only... oh... never mind".

YEAH. TAKE THAT, YOU CHOBANI-EATING TURD.

Sometimes, thinking about my friends is the only thing that stops me from taking my life.

mondo ya just gotta keep tellin urself it gets better and keep puttin urself in good positions and that sounds corny or whatever but its true. eventually ppl see other ppl who are doin all the rite things. u have to believe the future will be glorious but for glory to be there u must keep doin the rite things and puttin urself in good positions in life. it takes so much time sometimes but thats what drives me so much. its a long game and to win ya just gotta stay with it and be positive with a big time chip on ur shoulder

You have friends here who care about you. Have you talked to anyone about how you feel?

I can decipher your message through your poor grammar and spelling. And I know how to make myself feel better. The way I feel is always up to me, really. I always, usually unintentionally, I can't help it, make myself feel weird about things, but also snap out of it. I don't suffer from chronic depression or anything. And usually those feelings don't stem from depression at all. Sometimes I just feel like Billy Corgan.

I never really open up to my friends that much, but I do a lot more lately.

I've struggled with suicidal thoughts since I was a kid, so I know that feeling too well. It's not too much my friends that do this, it's my family members that make me feel guilty for having suicidal thoughts, and I've grown to really hate them for not understanding.

Also some friends usually ignore you if you really trust them. If you tell them too much hoe you feel, they leave you and think you are some kind of retard. That's very usual.

I definitely don't spend a couple of hours in the middle of night sometimes stalking the Facebook photos of girls who are friends of friends that are way out of my league and don't know me, culminating in intense feelings of depression, self-pity, arousal and despair. Definitely.

When I meet people, I like to reach for the wrist and give them the doctor's handshake sometimes because it freaks some of them out. It's perfect too because I have a front row seat to their surprise.

If people say racist stuff I can't be arsed to challenge them.