it's like I'm recovering from my ED and SH, but at the same time I'm falling bad with depression, I spend the whole day in bed, I stand up only to eat, pee and wash teeth, it's not like I'm doing something in bed too, just laying here, and scroll socials without watching to the posts, and sleep, and thinking about my stupid life
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"Your mama's crying. Your mama's crying for you."
If I ever came out to my mom, I wouldn't even know how to tell her
In a way she accepts it
I can't help but feel
Disregarded.
She said something about two of my trans causins. Using their deadnames and pronouns. She isn't a "he". Don't call her that.
It doesn't matter how you see her. Try and view her as a girl. She's a girl.
I'm terrified to tell her. To tell her i don't "feel like a girl"
Every fiber of my being dreads being called "she" or "her" or "miss" or "ma'am"
Every last piece of my bidy craves, ****needs**** to be called "He" to be perceived as male. To be known as something other than my birth name. She loves uniqueness. I don't know anybody with my name. Biological or preffered.
I want her to understand
To learn
To support me with the steps i take
I need my mom
I know it shouldn't matter how she views me
But i love her
I love my mom
So much
She's been through so much
Every fiber of me wants to be a guy
I want a flat chest
A flat chest I can call myself to be "him"
Leave behind that little girl who didn't fit in with the girls or the boys
Too boyish to be a girl
Too much of a girl to be a boy
Named "tomboy" because it was an easier title.
Leave behind the little boy who was trapped in other's views of him. He isn't just his sex organ. He isn't just his body, he is more than his body.
He is strong, he is him.
He has independence and has gone through so much you can't believe it.
He's there for people.
He tries so hard to love because he believed he wasn't. He tries so hard to 'fit in' when god knows the only people he knows are closed minded.
He is more than his body.
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my brain: we are feeling the bads, time to cope! grab your favorite form of internet and seek validation!!!
me: dude idk if this is healthy like maybe we should see a therapist
my brain: yeah but that simple tiny little thing currently requires overcoming a really bad trigger without help
me:
me: so Tumblr it is, huh?
my brain: text your best friend first and seek validation for very dumb reasons
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this expansion: *hurts me in the worst way possible*
me, picking myself up off the floor: "okay, okay. it's fine. i can... i can continue..."
this expansion: "before you go, you should tell the others goodbye."
me, collapsing again: "NEVER MIND."
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i just gotta survive like 5 more days and i can go thrifting just do nt cry before then and everything will get better haha
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The Kristine urge to grab everyone she knows and ask them if she has any worth
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i want to tear you apart with my teeth
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Selfshippers who ship with weird/unappealing characters. I love you. Like hell yeah you go get with Mr Crocker. Go get with lord faarquad
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"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw
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had the wildest interaction today some random woman called me a slag and my dog a fucking faggot because I was using a pink lead/harness and he’s a boy like what the fuck lmfaoo
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its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website
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