I'm done with this whole trans thing. I'll always be trans, of course, but the ahole whose body I inhabit and whose personality I've been trained from birth to have aren't going away. I've never hurt myself or come as close to suicide as much as I have since I started having hope that I could actually exist, and having that hope repeatedly dashed.
I can't take it anymore, the good moments where I feel like I can actually be myself are too rare and fleeting, and I'm exhausted of fighting HIM.
I give up. He wins. I'm out.