You know what? Fuck it. Fuck you. You didn't respect me enough to treat me like your friend, or even a human being at times, so why should I respect your pronouns or pretend you're trans? You're not trans, you're a 19 year old girl with two shitty families, going out of your way to cry for attention from amongst your 7 siblings because Mommy wants to have a cigarette when it's least convenient for you, and Daddy is too busy putting food on your table to hold your hand.
Look. I tried to be supportive. I believed every word you said, and I verbally attacked anyone you told me to. I defended you, and bitched out my own girlfriend to make you feel like you weren't totally alone, only to now realize you'd been using me the entire time. You used me AND my friends, and made my best friend feel uncomfortable, and your own friends uncomfortable.
You lied to your entire school and family about being raped simply because you didn't want to admit you gave your boyfriend at the time a blowjob. You lied to me about being #TRIGGERED by a stupid meme because "He used to say that a lot". You lied to everyone about having PTSD, and made everyone tiptoe around you.
You told everyone you'd been objectified and raped, and yet all you wanted to do is put your tits out on the webcam, making an absolute point to have your shirt off and cam on every single time someone called you.
We couldn't talk about sex around you, even if it was just jokes, but you wanted to prance around your house on camera with your shirt off. You brag about your huge breasts, and then complain when someone called you a girl.
"I'm asexual" said the girl who proudly exclaimed to me that she was pleasuring herself almost every night. The girl who got horny for an anime character, and did everything she could to talk her friends into polyamorous relationships, regardless of whether or not they wanted to date your side chick.
Do you even realize how many people you've guilt-tripped into doing things they didn't want to do?
I think what makes me especially angry is that even when everyone else saw right through you, I insisted you needed someone to hold you up. Yeah, I'm gullible, I know that, but you took advantage of that.
It didn't help that every time you thought I was letting go, you'd call me at 11 pm, drunk off your underage ass, and say "If it wasn't for you, I would have killed myself", or "You're the reason I stopped cutting". How can someone cut you off after that? You made me feel responsible for you and your safety.
I used to be sincerely scared for you, you know…. I was scared when you ran away from home, and went all the way to a different state to live with your grandmother. I was scared when I heard about the condition of your house, and how your mother "wasn't taking care of the baby". I went out of my way to change my own personality and sense of humor just to protect you. I couldn't laugh at certain jokes anymore because you would get offended and triggered.
And yeah, I won't deny that we used to be close. You would defend me just as much as I defended you. But I think I spoiled you too much. I gave you too much of my time, too much attention. As soon as I found my current girlfriend, you started lashing out. You realized that I had found the love of my life, and instead of talking to me about your feelings, you attacked me, and made everyone else attack me. You made me look like a fool when I was supposed to be keeping the peace, and turned some of my own friends against me.
Then, you turned on a mutual friend of ours, when you realized you could still manipulate me into defending you. And it almost worked, except I decided to talk to him before attacking him with the same accusations. He revealed to me that, as I had started to expect by then, you were lying. You called him a rapist, and neither did any such thing ever happen, but YOU were flirting with HIM. YOU asked to have sex with him, and promised to send nudes, and when he asked about them later, you said "later", then claimed to everyone else you said no. But I saw the conversations. You never told him no, and later does not mean no. You made your friends verbally assault him, and then me when you realized that I wasn't falling for it.
So no. I will call you a woman all I damn please. You're not demiboy, or genderfluid, or trans, all of which you called yourself over the course of a single month. You're just trying to get attention.You made people spend money on you, then turned on them as if they owed you more, and you owed them nothing. The very man you later called a rapist, paid $70 for a chest binder for you out of the kindness of his own heart. I also spent around a hundred dollars on gifts for you. If you can't respect that, or anything else I've done for you, then why should I respect your label?