ungenderless
Slave to my muse
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I haven't cut myself since highschool. But over the past couple of months, I've wanted to. I want to right now. My blood feels like it's made of fire and taking a razor blade and slicing my arms would provide such a release. I hate this fucking body.
I don't do it ofcourse. I have responsibilites. And I am grateful for those. I take care of my son, I go to school, etc. And having scars on my arms would disrupt the normal flow of things. Peopoe would ask questions. Plus, there's no way I could hide it from my partner. She knows how much I hate long sleeve shirts.
The thing is, I'm not really sure WHY. My life is damn near perfect. I don't have to work, and my partner wants to keep me at home. I'm going to school so that I can have a career doing someting I love. I have nothing to complain about.
I'm lonely, I suppose. Online friends always end up being fleeting. Real friends are non-existent. I thought, "maybe I need to find some friends who are Transgender like me". Thinking of personals, I google "Transgender" and the name of the town I live in. What pops up? "Transgender brutally murdered". "Body of transgender found". "Man pleads no contest to murder in transgender's death". Over and over. Endless headlines.
And I'm reminded of why I'm afraid to go outside. I find myself wrapped up in this cycle of hatred. I hate people for being so cruel. But I hate myself for not following my own philosophy and living life to the fullest; for being afraid. And then I hate this body for not being born the way it was supposed to be. And then I hate myself more for being such a baby and not being grateful for the life I do have.
And that's when my blood starts to burn and I just want to cut myself to feel some relief.
I'm too passive to commit suicide, but I really wish that I had never been born.
I don't do it ofcourse. I have responsibilites. And I am grateful for those. I take care of my son, I go to school, etc. And having scars on my arms would disrupt the normal flow of things. Peopoe would ask questions. Plus, there's no way I could hide it from my partner. She knows how much I hate long sleeve shirts.
The thing is, I'm not really sure WHY. My life is damn near perfect. I don't have to work, and my partner wants to keep me at home. I'm going to school so that I can have a career doing someting I love. I have nothing to complain about.
I'm lonely, I suppose. Online friends always end up being fleeting. Real friends are non-existent. I thought, "maybe I need to find some friends who are Transgender like me". Thinking of personals, I google "Transgender" and the name of the town I live in. What pops up? "Transgender brutally murdered". "Body of transgender found". "Man pleads no contest to murder in transgender's death". Over and over. Endless headlines.
And I'm reminded of why I'm afraid to go outside. I find myself wrapped up in this cycle of hatred. I hate people for being so cruel. But I hate myself for not following my own philosophy and living life to the fullest; for being afraid. And then I hate this body for not being born the way it was supposed to be. And then I hate myself more for being such a baby and not being grateful for the life I do have.
And that's when my blood starts to burn and I just want to cut myself to feel some relief.
I'm too passive to commit suicide, but I really wish that I had never been born.
for Abs aww heck i'll even offer a hug if ya want it.