Even when things, get better things get worse. 2nd appointment with my gender therapist, things go well, I leave feeling decent and kinda hopeful. My dad takes me to a second-hand store to pick out a pair of girls pants and a girls shirt, it was embarrassing and scary as hell(especially since I look like a hoodrat with my hoodie and baggy jeans), but I got through it. i go home, my dad tells my sister I'm transgendered(with my permission of course), and I try on my new clothes. I felt really good, way more comfortable and the pants and shirt were a decent match. I then realized that I looked absolutely terrible in the clothes, I haven't even started ant-androgens yet. I realized that even though I felt a little better, i can never make any real progress until I start on E. I can't tuck either, since my testes refuse to stay or go where I want them to. I just can't even believe it, things went so well... then its all crushed by the realization that I can't feel anywhere close to good, until I start E and look atleast mildy feminine. I'm such a lost cause, I've got just this summer and things are going too slowly. When next school year comes, I won't be a girl, I'll be a boy, and another year of hell will begin. The uncomfortability eith my family isn't getting better, I don't know what else I can do. my life sucks and it isn't getting better. Even if I started E right now it wouldn't feminize my face......... $%^& my life, $%^& me, and $%^& the cruel deity that toys with me like a piece of trash. I can't feel any joy anymore, just pain and sadness and hopelessness. I won't call a hotline so they can thow me in a hospital again, thinking that forcing me to someplace safe will make my suicidal thoughts any better. I should just die, why shouldn't I? Nothings here, nothing waiting, and anything that is, is being ripped away. $%^& me.