traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns
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why do you say that?
This ended up being a lot tbh
dysphoria, suicide
It feels like my habits are etched in stone. I just keep recreating the same situation where I have needs and I can't speak on them, I'm scared to ask questions, I don't know people as well so I keep to myself. I feel like any amount of space I take up is too much for people.Sometimes I feel like Girl Me is growing, deep inside, and Boy Me is rotting and watching his flesh turn rancid. Girl Me wants to claw her way out, and Boy Me is desperate to retreat back in. Part of me wants to begin and part of me wants to end.
I feel like I'm trapped on rails, and heading straight toward a cliff. And nobody sees that I'm trapped. In fact, they're cheering as the traincar finally careens off the edge. And for a second, that feels like attention. That feels like love. Something that I did got someone to feel, if just for a moment.
I am constantly fighting my own thoughts and everyone just thinks I'm quiet and aloof when I'm actually fucking trapped in my head. If I say words out loud, congrats, because those words had to conquer an entire 128 team bracket in order for me to actually say them.
I don't know if I have social instincts. Like, I don't know. Maybe people perceive me, evolutionarily, as a stump or small hill or something because I'm too introverted or neurodivergent or gay or something. Idk.