So, I don't even know where to begin.
When I was younger, my uncle used to molest me. Though it felt good at the time, I knew it was wrong. At first, i considered it "happy time", but slowly, he began to use less lube with each sexual encounter. Towards the end, I was waking up with a bloody asshole every morning, w/ only spit for lube. It was a very traumatizing experience for me. This started when I was 5 and ended when I was 14.
Also, there's my brother. He was born 3 years before me and stole all the good genes. He looks better, is stronger, smarter, and has a penis like a lead pipe. He's the main reason I've always had a big case of penis envy. He's perfect in every way. Every day while I sit, depressed at my computer, he is out making girls wet just by looking at them. Why can't my pitiful ass do that?
At the age of 15, I began to drink alcohol as means for coping with my depression. Initially, I thought that this would help me, but in the end, it lead me down a darker road. At the age of 17, I was sucking penis for cocaine. This went on for another 3 years, while my brother began school at Harvard, excelling in his life.
At the age of 20, I met this wonderful woman. She helped me overcome my drug habit truly cared about me. This was the happiest period of my life. She made my troubles go away. I loved everything about her. Her smile, her personality, everything. Three years later, at the age of 23, we agreed it was finally my time to love my virginity. As she began to take her pants down, she asked me if I would still love her if she was really a man. Scared to lose the only gf I had ever known, I had said yes. What (s)he didn't tell me is that I was going to be the bitch. Fearing loneliness, I felt like I was backed into a corner. When I agreed, it felt like my uncle all over again. The horror of over a decade ago, flashing through my eyes. After going through all this for him/her, the next day (s)he dumps me. (S)he also told all of my friends what had happened and I have become the laughing stock of my city. My family has officially disowned me. I have also been diagnosed with HIV.
At this point, I honestly don't know what to do. My brother is now a Harvard graduate and looks down on me. I don't want to live, but I fear death. Any advice you have, I would truly appreciate. Thank you all.
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