*rant warning* {don't have to read}
I might be gone a while-well not a /while/ forever. I just can't do it anymore, nothing's working. My meds, my therapist, my social worker at school, my /family/. I just can't. I'm so stressed and I feel so bad all the time. I'm trying my best to make posts and be happy but its just so /draining/. I need help. And it not like I specifically /want/ to die. I just feel like I need to. That I need this pain and anxiety to stop.
My disphoria has been getting really bad and u want my mum to realise that I just can't be the "girl" she wants. She's always wanted a girl and a boy, yet I can't give it to her. My mind dies not belong in this body. This ugly, horrible body that seems to cling to my identity and falter MT ability to be happy. My ugly body that is to feminine and not feminine enough, I never asked to be this way! I never asked to have so many problems with myself.
I've been called fat by both my mother and my father, my youngest brother is mentally and physically abusive, and my older sibling... I just can't. I want help. I need help. I know im not fat yet I am forcing myself but to eat and I just want to leave this plain if existence forever. I'm so sorry-truly I am. If I end up having an update of the book after this I'll let you know. But the amount of times if put this story in hold for myself is unfair to you guys and I feel bad about it. It's saddening knowing that I let you down so many times.
•Ash•