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you know that feeling? the one where you want to die? yeah that one

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I feel like a bird who got their wings ripped off

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suddenly things start to go downwards again after they seemed to get better. healing is a spiked curve, but it still sucks when i thought the current change in my life would make things easier

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Being depressed is really weird because you want someone to care enough to check on you but you don’t want someone to care enough to worry about you

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hey look i made a thing

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tomorrow is our national day, and since i'm graduating this year, i guess I'm supposed to stay up partying all night until the 17th (it's tradition). i want to be with my friends but right now i feel so alone, like none of them understand me or want anything to do with me. of course it isn't like that, but that's how it feels anyway.

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Dya wanna know something pretty cool? I’ve survived 100% of my worst days. And if you’re reading this? So have you. And that’s awesome.

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hi, can i please boy

thank

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i'm graduating in a month and moving in august. i've been waiting for the moment i could move away from this place for years. kind of in a hope that things will get better there.

but i don't think i want to go on if it doesn't get the least bit better.

i can't.

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when you're gay but you're anxious of men

what are the odds

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I didn’t ask for this.

I didn’t ask to be trans.

Im just an 18 year old boy who had his childhood stolen.

I’m exhausted.

I just want to live my life.

Yes I know I’m still young and have so much of my life ahead of me but I’ve also wasted so much of it already.

And yes I’m sure you think it’s great I look 12 when I’m 18 because ‘you wish you looked younger than you are’ it’s different when you’re 50 wanting to look 30 and I’m 18 and want to look it.

I’m exhausted of waking up in this body.

I’m exhausted of having to explain myself day in and day out.

To hear that my very existence is breaking your heart.

I’m sorry but I can’t help you, you don’t have a daughter you have a son.

You’ve always had a son.

Hearing my birth name is like a stab in the back and the words ‘she’ and ‘her’ feel like a punch to the face.

The relief I feel when I hear ‘he’ and 'him’ is indescribable.

Please stop asking me if I’m sure.

Yes I’m sure.

I can’t wait for the day a simple trip to the shop doesn’t cause me crippling anxiety.

I can’t wait for the day that I recognise my voice when I hear it.

I can’t wait for the day that I look in the mirror and see the stubble on my defined jaw and the smile on my face.

Or the two proud scars I’ll wear on my chest.

Yes I’m sure I’m ready for this torture to end and for my life to begin.

So please please stop asking me if I’m sure.

I’m sure.

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wore my binder for over 24 hours by accident and my chest has never been this sore

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hahahahah fuck i'm lonely

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i love it when my friends treat me like shit, especially on a bad day. it's the best feeling ever, couldn't be happier.