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She could have been given some hope.

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lily Leelah Alcorn
November 15, 1997
December 28, 2014
Being a teenager today is very difficult.
Being a transgender one is twice difficult.
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SUICIDE NOTES

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If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don't be sad, it's for the better. The life I would've lived isn't worth living in ... because I'm transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy's body, and I've felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally "boyish" things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn't make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don't tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don't ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won't do anything but make them hate them self. That's exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn't receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort od a "fuck you" attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as a trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that's obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media. This was probably the part of my life when I was most depressed, and I'm surprised I didn't kills myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent's disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn't actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I've had enough. I'm never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I'm never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I'm never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I'm never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I'm never going to find a man who loves me. I'm never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There's no winning. There's no way out. I'm sad enough already, I don't need my life to get any worse. People say "it gets better" but that isn't true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That's the gist of it, that's why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that's not a good enough reason for you, it's good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don't give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren't treated the way I was, they're treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say "that's fucked up" and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Goodbye,

(Leelah) Josh Alcorn

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Crossing out the name "Josh," the 17-year-old signed the name "Leelah" in her suicide note posted to Tumblr.

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The note was programmed to publish after Alcorn's death Sunday. The teenager was struck by a tractor-trailer on Interstate 71 about 2:15 a.m., about four miles from home in the tiny town of Kings Mills, northeast of Cincinnati.

"My suicide note was queued on Tumblr, and I was ready to jump off the bridge next to my house that goes over I-71, but I decided to call a transgender suicide hotline and I basically cried my eyes out for a couple hours talking to a lady on there," Leelah wrote.

Another post of apologies to her siblings and closest friends on Tumblr, before it was deleted, read:

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And now for my sorry notes to some people I knew...

Amanda: You are going to have such a wonderful life. You are the most talented and pretty little girl I've ever met and I love you so much, Amanda. Please don't be sad. I'm going to miss you so very much. I love you.

Tiffany: We haven't talked much recently since we're both so busy but I'm so happy you're my sister. You are so courageous and determined to achieve what you want, you can accomplish anything. I love you.

Justin: We've have been jerks to each other a lot recently but I really love you. You get on my nerves almost all time but no matter what a part of me will always love you. Sorry for picking on you so much when we were kids,

Rylan: I'm so sorry I'm never there for you. I love you so much.

Abby: Thank you for dealing with my pathetic problems, all I did was make your life harder and I'm sorry.

Mom and Dad: Fuck you. You can't just control other people like that. That's messed up.

I don't really feel the need to apologize to anyone else.... odds are you didn't give a shit about me and if you so, you did something that made me feel like shit and you don't deserve an apology.

Also, anyone who says something like "I wish I got to know him better" or "I wish I treated him better" gets a punch in the nose.

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Trans people are still being victimized and still being disrespected

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