I know that no one will probably read this, but I don't care. I practically had a breakdown in school today because of my dysphoria I wasn't diagnosed with dysphoria, but I'm working on trying to ask my mom if I can go see a professional and see if I'll be diagnosed. But it was pretty damn close to dysphoria at the time. I just feel like way too much of a stranger in my own skin. I don't even feel comfortable. And hell, my mom doesn't give a sh-... Look, I just needed to type all this out. All the while I'm tempted to curse in this, but I know scratch won't let me. I'm not even getting any help for this, though. My mom's trying to convince me I'm a girl, and she won't even use the right pronouns for me because of her biases. And all the while I can only get haircuts. I'm tempted to get a chest binder in secret without her knowing. But, I know that other people have it way worse than me in these types of situations, and I sympathize with that. But my own thoughts and me being uncomfortable (both in my own body and at my home) is honestly just striving me deeper into my own rabbit hole of depression I've dug for myself. If you've read up until here, then thanks. You've spent actual time reading my bullcrap, and I give you a big 'preesh because of that. :')
Small edit: Yes, I know I deleted this before, but that was because I was on a lil bit of a tight rope and I didn't want my mum to potentially see this. Please don't see me reuploading this as me trying to get attention, either. I'll delete this (again) sooner or later if the Scratch team doesn't decide to take it down first. ~~ #vent
