u/s4kinaa

I gave about €10 to my friend when he texted me saying he needed it to buy weed. Of course I said yes, because I thought he would give it back in a week, like he said himself. I hung out with him and some of his other friends, who even there started making fun of me for being a disgusting husk of a “woman.” They said stuff like, “You’re so alone you’ll masturbate here in the forest while claiming you’re a woman,” and then of course said I’ve had an extreme glow-down, that I look like a brick, and that I’ll never be a woman.

Everything happened when they were all woozy because of the zaza, so I thought they didn’t actually mean it. When I said I cried because of it, one of the guys actually “apologized” by first saying, “Hey! [Deadname], I’m sor— I mean, yeah, Lucy, I’m sorry haha.”

In the end, I was just waiting for them to give me the money back so I could cut them off. But today I woke up and saw that the guy I gave the money to texted me: “I’ll give you the money in two years, maybe three.” I was obviously shocked, because he had been telling me he isn’t the type of guy who bullshits people or steals. After I asked what happened, he went on a rant about how disgusting I am, that he won’t give me any money back, and that the main reason is that I embarrass him everywhere I go. He told me that all of his friends think I’m some kind of “weird pet.”

I don’t have anyone to hang out with now. I’m going to rot in my room like I should. I’m disgusting.

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He was a ftm guy, and I fucking loved him so much. My whole existence was literally centered around him, and I wanted to give him everything he wanted.

But after some time, he just stopped texting me when he saw I was pissed at him for not going to a sleepover we had planned for weeks, just because he was lazy. I’m still trying to cope with thoughts about him just having a rough weekend, so that’s why he never came, but I think I’m just an annoying little slut in his eyes, someone he doesn’t want to have a good time with.

I loved hugging him, and whenever I could, I did. His considerably bigger arms touching my back felt so, so amazing. I loved when he petted me, I loved the look in his eyes. I loved everything about him. I really don’t know why this all ended up like this, and I feel like the problem is probably me. I texted him with tears in my eyes, asking if he could at least tell me what I did wrong. He hasn’t texted back for four days now, even though he said he was going to.

I just need someone to whine to