*screaming into a pillow on the floor*
What. The. Actual. FUCK.
Me: *dealing with such bad gender dysphoria that I stay up until 4 in the morning crying and just feeling terrible about myself*
My God Damn Body: Ha. *laughing while pointing* You're going to be on your period now.
Me: *bangs head against floor*
Life: Also, it's going to be hot as Hell outside.
Me: *wearing jeans and a hoodie* Too fucking bad.
Mom: *it's 80+ degrees* You have to wear short and a T-shirt.
Me: *scared to tell her I am on my period, so I can't wear one of my knee-high shorts, and I lost the other* No!
Mom: Go. Change.
Me: *runs inside to change into a girly pair of shorts and cries for a quick minute*
Mom: I also can't order your binder for a while.
Me: *not having any shirts that make me look somewhat flat* Fine. ):(
Mom: Why are you mad?
Me: *glaring out the window* It's fine.
Also Me: *wanting to cry from being too girly with everything I do*
I fucking HATE being a girl. It isn't that I want to be a boy, I just don't want to be a girl.
I also cut my stomach today, which just made me feel even worse.
*screaming*
