Dysphoria is Weird

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I feel uncomfortable because the only clothes I had left to wear was a dress, but I didn't want to just wear a dress, so I took an oversized shirt and just put it on top and tied the corner into a knot so I don't get hollered at for not wearing pants/shorts.

But I had to put that shirt in the wash. I was about to lose hope because all my fave jackets are in the wash too.

Thankfully I had an extra jacket.

I love that since our house is either super hot or super cold, there's no in-between. The house is usually just cold, so I finally have a reason to wear a jacket in the house.

Literally, I'm sometimes not allowed to wear jackets in the summer just because I have dysphoria.

Also, I can't stand being hot and my room is the hottest in the house because the vents don't fucking work after my grandparents messed around with them.

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