u/scoutTF2lover9000

I use regular kinesiology tape and coconut oil. Removal takes me at least an hour and leaves glue residue on my skin. Is there a quicker way to do this?

I think it's got something to do with the reality of my situation finally hitting. I like to run from my problems or pretend that they aren't real, because most of the time I don't believe I have any. Lately, some realisations have sunk in.

I'll never have biological children. I wouldn't mind adopting, but that lizard-brained instinct to pass on my genes persists. My chances of finding a partner are heavily cut. I'll have to be on medication for the rest of my life, and even then I'll never feel fully happy. I mourn the childhood I've never had, all the opportunities I've lost; seventeen years of my life and I haven't lived one day.

I don't really see a point anymore. Sure, I can marginally improve my quality of life, but would that actually change anything? I'll never be a man. I can come real fucking close to being one, but I'll never truly be one. Sometimes I think of just returning to being a girl, but that option feels worse than death. Idk.

I'm a disgusting tranny that'll achieve nothing in life. I'm a homeschooled retard who can't even go to a normal school because of muh anxiety.

I hate that people still care about me. What is so special about me that they care? I bring nothing to their life except for worry and frustration. I feel sorry for my mother to have such a disappointment for a son. I'm a financial leech, all I do is take and give nothing in return. I've done nothing to contribute to this world.

I wish the people around me would hate me so I could kill myself in peace. Even then I know I'd be too much of a coward to go through with it. I'm too tired to do anything but I don't have an excuse to be a lazy fuck since I'm not depressed or anything.

So many people in this world have so much worse than me, yet I still complain. I have the privilege to complain and I selfishly refuse to change. I know I won't change. I know I'm comfortable in this muck to do anything other than bitch and moan.

17FTM

I feel so disgusted with my body. I rarely go outside, save for walking my dog, in fear of people seeing what I am. I can't ask for help without feeling like one of those "I'm just a tboy :p" trenders. I oftentimes feel like things aren't that bad, that I'm just over exaggerating, that I've just got to tough it out because others have it worse than me.

I feel like I've reached a point of stagnation. I don't work out anymore, I don't even work on myself, I just lie in bed all day in search for distraction. All I've done is cut my hair and straighten my posture.

The other day I was petting a cat on the sidewalk. A nice old lady came up and said something among the lines of "look at how good the cat's got it with *her*." I think this is what had started my little crisis.

I hate how my grandma still calls me a she. I hate how my mother still accidentally uses the feminine plural when talking about me and her. I hate how my father thinks this is a phase. I know they all love me very much, but I feel like they're all lying. I feel like I'm manipulating them into liking me.

I hate my voice so much. I hate how people can tell when I try to deepen it. I hate how curvy my body is and how I can never seem to cover it up. I hate how I feel like I'm just faking all this for attention. I hate how I can't stand up for myself in fear of being a burden. It makes me want to peel my skin off.