Louly

Ghost hug!
          You dont feel it but its there^^
          XOXO <3

How can I come out 

I don't know what's wrong with me. I hate my
          body, it's way too feminine. I hate my breasts
          and my other sexual characteristics. It's not me, I don't feel comfortable with this Body. I don't want to be a girl anymore..
          
          I was like that as a small child, but it stopped
          because my family suppressed it. But now it's
          coming back... This feeling of discomfort in the female body. I don't know this feeling. It scares me.
          
           Accepting that I am a lesbian was easy for my parents. I don't know how it is with this topic. Dad always wanted a daughter. But I want no longer be a girl. I'm not a girl at all. I hope it's just a phase, I wouldn't be able to bear this feeling of being in the wrong body for the rest of my life.
          
          Because of my short hair and my style, some strangers approached me as a boy. I liked that feeling.
          
          Is that wrong ? 
          
          I mean I'm a girl I can't change that I don't want to change what I am. But I feel like I'm nothing.
          
          When I shower, I don't want to look down at my body. It disgusts me...to see these features that I like so much on other girls, but I find disgusting in myself. 
          
          I hate this female body. 
          
          My parents are not homophobes, they actually support LGBTQ+ people. However, they do get upset about 'trans people' sometimes. 
          
          I just want to get out of this body. It disgusts me.
          
          I cry every night because I can't be who I want to be...
          
          I hate this body
          
          please send help and hugs 

Hello...

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          XOXO <3

Sie nannte mich Engel...aber ich konnte es nicht erwidern, ja sie ist einer aber ich habe schon einen Engel, meinen Engel...
          What should I do ?

Sich selber umbringen...Wie oft hatte ich wohl schon daran gedacht? Und wie oft wollte ich weinen, wenn jeder gelacht hatte? Und wie oft wollte ich schreien, wenn jeder geschwiegen hatte? Und wie oft hatten sie es nicht bemerkt? Eine Träne läuft mir über die Wange...seit wann war ich so emotional? Sie dachten in diesem Haus wäre alles normal, sie dachten, es wäre alles in Ordnung, doch der Mensch, der ihnen am nächsten war, führte einen Krieg mit sich selbst 

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