Born a moid with a disgusting mental illness that makes me want to be a woman which leaves me with two options. Accept being a man and probably kill myself at age 22 or something. Or troon out, turning myself into a revolting facsimile of a real woman letting me live out a hollow version of a real life. I chose the latter I guess but where does that leave me? I'll never have a husband or kids like I want. I'm doomed to a life of solitude and lies.
You can't improve anything about your life, there really is no point is there