i like to pretend i’m a heartless apathetic b*tch but in reality i’m a baby who cares a fucking lot and emotionally invests myself in everything and is hurt 98.3% of the time
I’ve never belonged anywhere I’m always just in between
sorry // 1.31.20
I still feel so sick.
I hope that you think about what you did to me everyday. I hope it haunts you. I hope you have fucking nightmares like I did. I hope you never forget how badly you messed me up and how you manipulated me and fucked me up. I hope you're haunted with the memories of what you said and did to me til the day you fucking die.
does any other transguy with childhood trauma caused by cismen get really anxious at the idea of going to the mens restrooms at places? because on one hand, the idea of being valid enough to enter gives me a serotonin - but overall having anxiety, being queer, and the trauma makes it emotionally crippling at the thought of doing so.
With Solitude by Jane O. Wayne
there are huge gaps and i don’t recognize myself