Let me tell a little story about a kid.
There was a little girl, who lived her whole life hating herself. She thought no one wanted her, because her father left before she was born and her mother always yelled at her for not being girly enough. Even the father she thought was her own left her after a couple of years. Then she spent time with just her hateful mother and sister. After years of this, she tried to kill herself. It didn't work. So she tried again and again. And time and time again, IT DIDN'T WORK. No one noticed. So she gave up on that and started cutting to chase the pain away. It worked for a while, till the cuts got deeper and her legs were scarred beyond repair. Now this girl is finally trying to be her real male self, and he's a little happier with his life so far. His scars are still there, but each one tells a story now, of how he made it through this horrible life of his and how he can still hold on.
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My Depressed/Transgender Diary
RandomThis is a book of my everyday life. I am going to rant a lot about wanting to come out to my family, and probably a lot of sad depressing shit too. I will put in one entry a day for one whole year. Just read it if you want, you don't have to...
