I hate myself. I can probably safely say that the only thing or person I truly hate wold be the person who looks back at me in a mirror. Guy or girl I hate it, its not me, and I want nothing more then to smash it and cry. I'm not a guy, not a woman, nothing but something that no one will want. I may be tolerated, I may be allowed to walk around, but will anyone ever love me? Doubt it, who would want me when there are plenty of normal people to choose from?
I honestly am starting to question my own sanity. I see...things. I'm not sure if they are hallucinations or something else, they feel real, but they aren't. I don't know how to describe it. I got this voice in my head, and neither of us are sure of what he/she/it is. But it has its own thoughts and insights, best I can figure is a split personality, but one that never takes control. Also I walk down the street, and feel like I should be able to do things I know I can't do. Things like jumping a single story, or running faster then I can. I've always been having these things, ever since a kid, but its really starting to scare me of late. I still feel wrong, like the TS was only part of the answer. I feel like i'm missing a vital clue or memory, but I can't figure it out. All I know is that my life still feels wrong, where I am is wrong, just being on this planet...wrong.
Top it off with school, I doubt I can pass. I missed alot of class due to depression, especially history. I have a test this wendsday and I'm missing half my notes. IF I can even get a D it would be a major miracle. 4 classes, and I doubt I can pass them. It was probably stupid of me to even think I could.
Why has God made me like this? I once felt that God doesn't ever give you more then he knows you can handle. But I can't handle this all anymore. I think of suicide at least once a day. Heaven help me if I actually try, because I will succeed should I ever try. This world doesn't give a ->-bleeped-<- about me and i'm so tired of giving a ->-bleeped-<- about it. A guy tried to pick a fight just yesterday with me and I looked him straight in the eye and asked him if he ever fought a corpse before? He backed down, but...
I don't know what to do or say anymore. I hate myself and want nothing more then to take myself out of the game. But God and my damn consciouses won't let me. I can't hurt people, not consciously, and I know it would hurt so many; and God is probably where this stubborn spark ow 'will to live' is coming from. I hate him and love him all the more for it.
I'm not one of the lucky ones, I don't think i'll ever be able to finish transition or life. I don't belong here on this world, I know it somewhere deep in my heart. I have to leave, one way or the other. But I can't, and the two ropes holding me back are to think and strong for me to break yet. I'll talk to my therapist, but I feel she will just lock me up. I've been in a psych ward before for only 3 days and it was almost worse then anything I've ever been through. I don't think I'm insane yet, but I don't know. I just know i'm...broken.
I don't know what I want from posting this. It felt good to expel some of it. Going to bed now, and don't worry, won't kill myself.