I get the "why me" but since I discovered I was trans and that there were online trans communities I realized it's most definitely not the cosmos just picking on me. A lot of people have this same problem. A lot more than I ever thought possible for such a "rare" condition.
I guess I just feel kind of sardonic about my case. I know I'll never be like a normal person in some aspects of my life, probably never feel the way they do. I'll just have to figure out what does make me happy and do what I can to get it. I can't really envision the sort of idyllic future I would like because I'm too used to nipping those sorts of thoughts in the bud. But it would be nice to have certain surgeries for my own peace of mind, even if the thought of surgery makes me want to hurl. I also think I'll never really pass, so I'm not holding my breath or anything. Even if the best I can get is to feel more like myself on T and to get rid of this chest, I'll be happier for it.