so as some of you may know (one person on here) i moved across the country recently. i had to leave all of my family and all of my friends, and its been pretty hard, one of my friends in particular whos been my best friend since before i could speak, you know who you are, love you. ive made friends here, of course, but i dont trust anyone.. i mask around everyone (especially one person in particular, more on her later) all the time because its "weird" when im angry and "not like me." you dont know what "like me" is, though, because i dont tell you anything, because you havent gained my trust. when i try to talk to you, you always shrug me off or ignore what i say, and repeat things over and over, and get mad for no reason at all, and then blame it on your dyslexia (i am not targeting dyslexic ppl, my partner has dyslexia.) why would i talk to you about whats going on with me? i know for a fact you dont care, and its not like id tell you anyways because i have to remain the happy funny friend you want me to be. ive expressed my dysphoria over my body and you told me to be GRATEFUL. (my genderqueer umbrella people will know.) grateful for what?? i get youre cis, and thats fine, but god it hurts. you show me your drawings, and i hype you up, i show you mine, and you nod your head and go back to tumblr. i got my first trans hair cut, finally, and you laughed. laughed. when everyone else gave me the compliments and reassurance i needed. of course, you blame it on your dyslexia. thanks. youve made me love it here.
