A textbook case of gay-bitch-disease

I think she’s using me for my terrible looks and bad penis and no money

It's like. you don't get your own childhood. not "didn't get the childhood you wanted," it's "didn't get a childhood that was yours." and you're supposed to be normal about it. and people tell you Oh you didn't miss much it was bad and awful for xyz reasons you really don't Actually want to be raised as a girl. well, what if I was a girl anyway and everyone acted like I wasn't. called me a name that wasn't mine. told me I was a person I wasn't until I believed it and clung to that fake person until I saw it was cutting into my hands. it wasn't mine. that child wasn't me; wasn't allowed to be me; wasn't even allowed to know there was a me. what if, on a very real level, my childhood was not mine? what if I wanted a childhood where I was actually seen, even if it hurts? and I'm supposed to be normal about it

flaccid penis... it's chic, it's hip, it's the next big thing

it's the next thing

(tearfully) i just want everyone to be a girl…m-my lesbian greed…it can’t b-be sated…

I don’t like getting kicked in the head anymore

the problem with playing disco elysium is that after you've played it you can't play it for the first time again. someone should fix this