My current position is laying on the floor in the kitchen crying under a blanket.
I'm so dysphoric right now. My binder doesn't work at all and I'm tempted to use ace bandages and I really don't even care if they kill me.
I want a new binder but the gc2b ones stretch easily and the amazon ones are really sketchy.
I'm honestly ready for death.
YOU ARE READING
I'm trans and problematic
RandomThis is my second journal about being trans. Don't even both reading. I'll probably be dead in a week or two anyways. *trigger warning for the first few chapters*
