Last night we had a band concert and my shirt wasn't long enough and my sports jacket was too long and I looked horrible.
I'm extra dysmorphic and dysphoric so that's just great.
I'm just the worst person that I know. I always push people away because I'm scared of commitment.
And also in social studies, the teacher was talking and she looked over at my group and she called us "Leo and the ladies" and I know that she was trying to separate me from the girls but it still made me dysphoric?
I'm also pretty sure I got called a girl last night.
YOU ARE READING
I'm trans and problematic
RandomThis 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*
