Hey, guys.
Wow, all I'm really trying to do is not make any noise so nobody wakes up and suspects anything. I have to hold my breath. Spring Day blaring in my ears doesn't help very much either, but I just can't bring myself to listen to happy music.
I really want to run away. I want to pack and go away from my family. They never say it, but I'm sure they hate Felex as a person. Not their "perfect daughter", but their "confused daghter".
I want to die, but I promised myself I wouldn't die a girl. I swore it. And I'm one to stay true to my word.
All of middle school was hell on me and, now, my depression is knocking on my door again. I try to ignore her, but she won't leave. She might leave for lunch, but she always comes back.
I wish there hadn't been a mix-up in the baby factory. I wish with my whole heart that my family would support me fully if they loved me as much as they say.
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Will you love me and wipe my tears if I cry tonight?~~Sad Hours With Felex.
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Dysphoria
Non-FictionI'm letting you guys in on a part of myself I don't usually let others in on. But I just need it written to get it out. This is how it'll go: I'll write a new chapter like a diary every night I'm feeling dysphoric hitting me hard.
