This is my second journal about being trans. Don't even both reading. I'll probably be dead in a week or two anyways. *trigger warning for the first few chapters*
I'm pretty sure I have body dysmorphia but I don't want to talk to my dad about getting an official diagnosis because weight is a touchy topic.
Why do I think I have it: I hate my body. Yeah, I know that a lot of people do but I'm to the point where I'd use a knife to actually cut the fat off of my stomach.
Oh well. It probably won't kill me.
I had another depression nap after school today. I woke up at 6:14 and I started freaking out because I thought it was morning.
So, we're doing the gsa again this year and Idk if E is joining. I wouldn't care because they need a support group but it's really weird between us.
I want my hair to fade out because it's kind of turning green. I think I'm gonna dye it pink and blue next. I wanna use up all of my manic panic because it doesn't last that long. I wanna switch to arctic fox.
I might start and art/poetry book. I want to use my self hatred and depression in a healthy thing instead of napping. I'm not great at either but I'm working on it.
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Yes I intended for it to have tiny eyes it's not supposed to look real. Someone thought that I wanted to draw a real face today. Nahhh I'm not that good.
If you know me irl then talk to people about joining the gsa because we really need it.
