I hate dysphoria. I hate being alive. I hate looking at myself. I don't understand how so many people just like accept who they are and be happy with it. What life lesson did I miss that would've fixed me?

Honestly, had i known it was going to feel like this all the time, i would not have bothered transitioning. Like im glad it helps so many people, but im ten years in and im still just as lost and upset as i was at the start

I'm just exhausted. I just wanted to be someone else but instead i wound up just me but with the added bonus that everyone looks at me funny on the bus and i hyperfocus on how giant my hands are now

I'm just yelling into the void cuz I'm out of avenues to process these feelings. Just ignore this thread, I'm gonna get around to deleting this twitter eventually