Yours truly, Dysphoria.

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(Trigger warning)

Hello again, girly.

"I'm a boy, I'm a boy," you chant.

Really?

You don't look the part.

Your figure says 'girl.'

Are you sure that you're a boy?

You look and sound an awful lot like a girl.

Oh, am I keeping you up?

Those sleeping pills can't fight me off for long.

Did you have fun not worrying?

Did you have fun sleeping?

Oh well, I'm back and stronger than ever.

Are you happy?

No?

Why?

Because of me?

It's too late for help, princess.

Go cry to mom and daddy, see if that will help.

You can't, can you?

They'll worry.

So what's next?

Worry your friends?

No, worrying people isn't what you're trying to do.

You'll just have to deal with me by yourself then, darling.

Yours truly, Dysphoria. ❤️