u/Excellent_Science240

Omg how do I loooooove dressing like a girl in VGs.

Sadly where I live I can’t just go outside with fem clothes on. Especially because well, super homophobic country.

Anyways !!! Videos games saved me, especially Roblox ! I’m not frustrated anymore ! I wear girls stuff and yeah I notice people that I’m a boy cuz I don’t wanna be seen like a pedo hiding behind girls skin.

I’ve been hanging out in clubs and cafes enjoying been a girl , dancing, dressing battles with girls and other stuff. I can finally act like a girl 😚😚😚.

(I like being a girl and a boy) .

If anyone wanna hangout with me, dm me :3.
Also I’m 23 years old.

#notLookingForAnyRelationShipBesideFrienship

Hello, call me Jake. I’m a 24-year-old male, and I’m new here. It’s nice to meet you all.

In 2011, when I was barely 9, my father was in the terminal stage of HIV.
Weeks before he passed, some friends came by and said they wanted to shoot a video of us saying hello to our father...

That day, I was so shy that I couldn’t say hello, nor goodbye. I’ve regretted that choice my whole life.

Growing up, my mother remarried. Later, we discovered that her husband had a disease that weakens muscles. As time went by, he became unable to walk or lift heavy things—even a glass of water was a big effort.

For 10 years, we took care of him. From time to time, I talked with him. At some point, he couldn’t really get out of bed anymore and didn’t want to go outside.

From 2021 to 2024, I was working, gaming, and studying, and I didn’t have time to talk with him—at least not like before. I convinced myself that I needed to work hard, earn money, and pay for a surgery so he could get better.

In 2024, he got sick, and I was the one who advised my mother to take him to the new high-tech hospital in the country. At that time, I was preparing for my bachelor’s degree.

But I was too lazy to visit him. I kept thinking I was too busy. For me, he was going to get better anyway.

On June 21st, 2024, my mother begged me to come visit him, and I said yes… and I was going to. But instead, I was playing video games with a friend.

That’s when I received a call.

He had just died.

Not even because of his illness, but because of a careless doctor who thought he was good at his job. The details of his death horrified me.

My mother said the doctor wanted to “perform” a throat massage because food wasn’t passing properly. He had a panic attack and died.

Now I wish I had a father… but I can’t, because even when the opportunity was there, I brushed it off.

Every day, I feel deep regret.

Some nights, I dream about him because I still can’t process the fact that he simply doesn’t exist anymore.

The man who took care of me for 10 years… I was too lazy to visit him.

Hello, call me Jake. I’m a 24-year-old male, and I’m new here. It’s nice to meet you all.

In 2011, when I was barely 9, my father was in the terminal stage of HIV.
Weeks before he passed, some friends came by and said they wanted to shoot a video of us saying hello to our father...

That day, I was so shy that I couldn’t say hello, nor goodbye. I’ve regretted that choice my whole life.

Growing up, my mother remarried. Later, we discovered that her husband had a disease that weakens muscles. As time went by, he became unable to walk or lift heavy things—even a glass of water was a big effort.

For 10 years, we took care of him. From time to time, I talked with him. At some point, he couldn’t really get out of bed anymore and didn’t want to go outside.

From 2021 to 2024, I was working, gaming, and studying, and I didn’t have time to talk with him—at least not like before. I convinced myself that I needed to work hard, earn money, and pay for a surgery so he could get better.

In 2024, he got sick, and I was the one who advised my mother to take him to the new high-tech hospital in the country. At that time, I was preparing for my bachelor’s degree.

But I was too lazy to visit him. I kept thinking I was too busy. For me, he was going to get better anyway.

On June 21st, 2024, my mother begged me to come visit him, and I said yes… and I was going to. But instead, I was playing video games with a friend.

That’s when I received a call.

He had just died.

Not even because of his illness, but because of a careless doctor who thought he was good at his job. The details of his death horrified me.

My mother said the doctor wanted to “perform” a throat massage because food wasn’t passing properly. He had a panic attack and died.

Now I wish I had a father… but I can’t, because even when the opportunity was there, I brushed it off.

Every day, I feel deep regret.

Some nights, I dream about him because I still can’t process the fact that he simply doesn’t exist anymore.

The man who took care of me for 10 years… I was too lazy to visit him.