Yours truly, Dysphoria.

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(Most likely triggering)

Dear Dysphoria,

Why? Why do you hate me so much? Why won't you leave me alone? Why do you keep suffocating me?

I keep screaming for help but no one ever hears.

I'm stuck here with you.

Why can't I just go out somewhere and not feel uncomfortable? I always am left wondering if they thought I was a guy.

I always double check how I'm acting and how I look just to make sure I'm acting less like a girl and more like a man.

Why was I cursed with this stupid girly body?

Are you even going to answer my questions?

I'm so sick and tired of you.

It feels like you're always screaming at me.

Whenever I act or look girly I get punished by you.

You're a bully I can't report. If I do report you I either get called crazy or get a counselor.

Ooh, a support group this time? How fun.

Long story short, I want you gone. I need you to stop fucking me up.

You steal my happiness.

All you've ever caused is rainy days followed by thunder and lightning, you strike me when I'm most weak.

I'm so tired of fighting.

I need to rest, I need a break.

Your favorite target, a girly fag.