I'm kind of fed up with reality. It seems as though almost anything I stare at, whether that be the mirror, down to the floor, or at some random person on the street, makes me hate myself and my life. The only real escape I have is through the computer, which seems to work (despite the wrist pains and my eyes hurting now and then, which I don't mind because I hate myself and my life that much to not really give a crap about that kind of thing). I'm not more happy - I'm just less sad. I hate being off the computer because it just makes me feel absolutely terrible. I hate the fact that I have to pretend I'm a normal boy in society, too. Like, why can't I be who I actually am? Why won't society or my parents let me be who I am and tell me to continue this stupid act? The only reason I cling onto life is because there might be a possible chance that my life will be better after I transition. Yes, I want to transition, but will I feel as though it was worth all the wait? Will the joys after transition outweigh the pains of insanity I feel now? I don't know. Nevertheless, I cling on for some reason. Maybe it's human nature. I don't know.
The ironic thing, though, is that everyone thinks I'm so happy. So very happy.
My parents thinks my "pain" is just created from me being "so very spoiled" because they give me food and a roof over my head. They think my "pain" is nothing compared to kids in Africa, who are starving and are vulnerable to diseases. Since I have food, shelter, access to medical help, an access to education, and technology, my parents have "spoiled" me, buying me "whatever I want". Despite that, they see gender dysphoria as bullsh**. My pediatrician said it was bullsh**, too (yet he still "transgender/gender dysphoria" on the yearly questionnaire he gives me in the section where I can circle/write down whether I have questions about anything listed there or not listed there). A Christian counselor, who counseled my youth pastor, said it was bullsh**, too. Same goes with my pastor. For some reason, my parents are surprised that these people agree with them, yet they think that the psychiatrist we went to was an absolute quack just because at the first appointment, she said that she thinks I do have gender dysphoria and could recommend a endocrinologist she knew (She MUST be some sort of scammer, right? I mean, of course this is a sign of someone wanting to leech as much money as possible from her patients!). "We give you everything you could want, so you should be happy," they say.
People outside my family also see me as happy. They say I smile so much, which means I'm happy, which makes them happy. I only smile if someone joked about something (out of habit, I think - I just smile and pretend that I appreciated the humor when I really was just hating myself and reality constantly) or if I actually feel happy...which is pretty much never. Does this mean people judge my happiness based on how often I get told a joke? Is my "happiness" measured in jokes? This has become so ridiculous that people think whenever I look "not happy", I'm "tired" or just a little "bummed out". Like, WHY? My acting skills are horrible! They are absolutely horrible...yet people fall for it. I don't get it. At all.
Sigh...I'm not sure how much longer I can linger onto life like this. The only thing I think about is how much I hate myself and reality. Like, I don't want to be in reality. Ever. I just go on the computer to play something online, or I might go and daydream about life as a cisgender woman. Just...anything to get out of the crap that is called my life.
I'm...just so...fed up...with...everything.