Upon receiving a recent message, I felt the need to clarify certain misunderstandings.
This response is not filled with anger, but rather with a firm commitment to truth.

Let’s Talk About the Truth

First of all, I love flowers, insects, airplanes, and cars immensely.
I don’t know where the idea came from that I hate such things — maybe from a shallow reading of my feelings.
Secondly, yes, I am fully aware of my own mistakes.
However, when I write about the pressures and injustices I’ve faced from others, it’s not about denying my flaws — it’s about showing the weight of the obstacles placed in my path.

Not everyone has the same opportunities to “fix” themselves, and assuming otherwise without knowing my health struggles or living conditions shows a lack of empathy.
The world is not a fair place for everyone, and sometimes simply “working harder” is not enough.

I Am Not Filled with Hate

I do not hate life, people, or existence itself.
I am overwhelmed at times, yes — but overwhelmed because I feel deeply, not because I reject everything around me.
Sometimes emotions overflow, but that doesn’t make me a hateful person.
It makes me human.

Regarding Trans Rights and Migration

You advised me about America, assuming a lot about my situation.
Let me be clear: I am fully aware of the challenges ahead.
I am not naïve about migration, career requirements, or cultural differences.
I have worked under very harsh conditions, in multiple jobs, and faced countless hardships.
I know how to survive — and I know my worth, regardless of the country I am in.

About trans rights: I do believe that, like any social topic, boundaries must be set and balance must be maintained.
I’m not blind to the complexities.
However, a person’s right to live authentically should never be questioned.
No administration, no country, no law should ever take away someone’s right to exist.

In Conclusion

You may think you know my story from a few words.
You don’t.
You cannot judge my life based on fragments you have read without understanding the full context.
The right to narrate my struggles, my dreams, my failures, and my hopes belongs to me — and me alone.

My life is not your lesson.
My existence is not your warning sign.
And my future is not your prediction to make.

I tell my story.
Not you.