I’m feeling much better now . But pls kill me ;-;
Edit: if your here that means that u were checking in still. I’m sorry I just dropped by. I’m not coming back. I’m thinking of deleting my account. Anyways the title is called “the story” so I’ll tell you guys just before I go :) Soo... in the studio “emotional stuff” I created about an announcement and me opening up about my feelings. Well if you read it you notice that I am purely miserable. Here’s why. It all began when I was 8 I just didn’t notice it was happening. I was always a tomboy and I discovered the term “transgender” I was questioning that at first but didn’t get too deep into it. Then I became 10 when it sort of started showing. I never liked makeup and I never liked dresses. I would start acting like I was a male. I felt really free. But my mother started noticing. She confronted me and asked “do you really want to be a boy” she was worried. I reply with a stammering voice “no” but that’s not what I meant. A lot of years passed I was finally going to tell everyone. It was on my birthday (I’m not gonna reveal my age. I did it before on scratch so if you know my age please keep it a secret :3) and I was upstairs writing out my feelings because I was so done. I had a fight with my mother and just was just really angry and sad. I was done and put the notes on my desk. My two best friends came over to celebrate my birthday. I didn’t say anything about this until I went out skateboarding with them. I opened up and they said the sorta expected this. It’s almost night and my gf was going to sleep over (flustered) my mother told me to come in a separate room. She told me about the notes. She said I was confused and maybe I was? But she didn’t really accept it. She kept telling me I’m too young. It’s been about a month and I’m still thinking. About yesterday I saw my reflection. It didn’t seem like it was me. I actually started crying. I knew most males didn’t cry. So I put my tears aside. I dressed up in a hoodie, jeans, and I put on a beanie over my ponytail to cover it. It looked like I was a boy. I was happy. I finally saw me. But because of this. I have gotten “gender dysphoria” and it makes me feel sad.
