She does not bother me. Were both mean people 'at least I pretend to be meaner". Shes mean to me too... but she hasnt said anything mean that hurts me... like your short, your weird, sometimes i wonder about you 'like in a wth face', but in general the only thing that could get to me is being called ugly... she admit im attractive in a feminine way SO shes okay in my book. Its like she denied a possible bisexual girl is into me because im a dude but because i look like a girl... so in my mind its like she said "you have the power to attract lesbians"... i dont know really but thats how i interpret it as.
We talk about stuff we shouldnt talk about... lol so its all good. But at the end.... even if shes homophobic a bit shes like respectful. I think I confuse her though.
Im voicing a lot of my inner feelings to her.... I am not sure i regret it or not... but my dysphoria is high as hell right now. But im concealing them masking them like... my sister like this or something.
Im so dysphoric it aint funny. Its like im on a break of insanity between mania and coocoo. But im maintaining my... bearings like today i sat at a food court having racing thoughts about crap... right now im talking to myself... and i know im breaking down. Im not suicidal though.... its like this is my aftermath... that what i want more than anything else is womanhood....
And im scared, and im tired. Scared because my life is so doomed that Im just going through the motions... and im scared ill never be her, and i know all problems could be fix if i change over... but im alone.