My dysphoria: don't talk to anyone.
Me: but.....
My dysphoria: your voice is feminine.
Me: oh yeah.... *shuts up and stops talking*
My dysphoria: sit around and do nothing. I guess you can draw, but no contacting other people. Be alone.
Me:... Oh.... Okay.....
My dysphoria: you a freak.
Me, drawing fanart: yeah, I realized this a while ago...
My dysphoria: you won't be dysphoric enough to start Testosterone. You'll never succeed.
Me: you're really making me wanna pop outa existence. I need to text my girlfriend, she's probably worried.
My dysphoria: that's my job. You never gonna get rid of me. I don't want you to text or talk to anyone, so you ain't going to.
Me: mmmmmf. *sits in my room, lights off,listening to music, and drawing*
My dysphoria: no posting about your dysphoria, people will think you're looking for attention.
Me: I'm doing it anyway, you don't freaking control me.
My dysphoria:... Surrrrrre. You keep thinking that.... *smirks and kicks back in a lawn chair with a glass of orange juice* I'm just gonna stick around and watch you have mental breakdowns because of me.