Nothing quite like being misgendered and deadnamed first thing in the morning
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its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know
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if you came out and you were harmed for an identity or label that no longer feels true to you:
it's okay to feel hurt by what happened even if it's over
you aren't a bad person because your identity changed
your identity then was still valid and you shouldn't have been hurt for it
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wow secunda is both comforting and depressing when you're feeling so terrible </3
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Yesterday, can be described as fun -amongst other things. It was fun yes, but also it was sad. It was sad and painful. It was lonely. It was a picture of what once were and what could have been. It was also what is.
Yesterday, I sat there with my dad in our cold dark basement and we listened to his vinyls and his discs. It was nostalgic, a mirror to how we used to be when I was little. Identical but inverted. It made me realise how we could never truly turn back to that. We're painfully similar; he and I. And yet we're so different and I don't think the cracks in our mirror can be mended and repaired and glued together again anymore.
Yesterday was quiet and stranded and awkward. Eventually, he left too and I was alone. Of course he left. I'm not sure what happened between then and now. I'm not even sure if anything changed. I'm not sure if he stayed the same and I was just too young to understand once upon a time or if he's different now and I missed some steps of the process. I'm not sure if I was the one who changed so significantly and ruined what we had but you would think that with me being closer to adulthood now, our relationship would have changed to the better, not the worse. The worst part is I don't know if he was always like this but my youthful naivety and inability to understand wasn't the reason why he seemed changed and instead it was the fact that he kept his true self hidden, I'm not sure if he used to put a mask on which he doesn't bother with anymore. Yesterday was cold.
Yesterday was cold and lonely because more than ever I could feel the ghost of who never was but should have been. Someone that would have sat there listening to those discs with me and who would've played with me during our shared childhood when our parents were too busy with work to spend time with us (me). Someone that could have taught me my first swears, someone whom I'd look up to and copy. Someone who would ruffle my hair and let me steal their clothes and playfully fight with me. That would take the blame and cover for me and whom I'd take the blame and cover for too. Someone I could trust and talk to. Someone who'd understand me. Someone I'd be able to call my sibling.
Yesterday I listened to those discs alone in my dark wet basement and I dreamt of everything I could feel was missing. Of course I still didn't shed a single year. It was fun, in a bitter way, yesterday.
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honestly it really fuckin hurts that no matter WHERE i go there will be no one like me. im a fictive from a shitty source that i honestly dispise for the most part. i still get memories of my family from back then and it hurts a shit load. im trans, im queer, im heavily fucked up. i have so much rage that is boiling under my skin and it makes me feel like a monster. i KNOW why im angry. im so fucking angry. im so tired of masking as our host. i wanna cry and i wanna shave ny whole head of hair. im so pissed. this sucks really badly
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