There was an image of Jesus in my oatmeal this morning. I was so hungry I ate it anyway. Dear Lord Jesus. please forgive me.
I’m sorry, but you trannies aren’t women. You just aren’t. You’re like walking Monty Python sketches.
I’m plagued with thoughts of r*** and homocide and I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t think I can. It feels me with immense guilt, especially when the person that I’m looking at, thinking of, doesn’t even know what kind of sick and terrible things I want to do to them. It’s sick. And unfortunately those thoughts have been worsening lately. They’ve gotten so extreme that I’m afraid I’m going to give in to them soon.
