I am watching I am Jazz on TLC and thinking back on my past where I used to wear high heels when ever someone would let me put them on. I liked to wear dresses, still do but unlike back then I worry more about what society will think at my age vs when I was younger and wanted to go to school in a dress.
I am also worrying about how my job would be affected while transitioning since I am in line for becoming an assistant manager.

Well that and how to hide IT.
I'm realizing that growing up I exhibited quite a bit of these signs growing up and the way my mother dealt with these "outburst" was to make fun of me and tease me till I stopped doing it. All this really did was make me feel worthless for feeling the way I did to the point I wanted to kill myself.
I had the blades out and was ready to do it. I wonder if somehow I did because I had a "vision" of a better word of what would happen up till I was buried and the emotions of everyone who was part of what happened after. Then I came back to the moment beforehand and haven't entered a time in my life I wanted to do that again. Makes me cry to think life ever got to that point for me.
I have a few friends that know I am trans but I am still worried. That and since I am way past puberty I worry about how I can take care of the extra hair that grows faster the more you shave it.
I am feeling a little bit better after talking it out so thank everyone for listening. It just hurts quite a bit, worse than being physically hit sometimes. I sometimes just want to go underground and disappear for a few years until I can come out as the true me in a new country. I dreamed of being able to find a magical portal to an amazonian society that could mystically change me into one of them. It also comes down to a doctor that will be willing to see me or a therapist that will treat me as what I am vs someone who had a mental issue. All I want is to just be me and it comes down to my work life, societal stigma, and to financial limitations. I don't want to give up but sometimes it just really makes me feel so down that I just want to curl up into a ball with a nice blanket and some hot coco and just watch a fireplace for a few years or run away into a forest where the gods still live and breath and things like hunger and fatigue don't exist. A place where you can live without dealing with life. Even then there is still the underlying issues to deal with. I get so Jealous of girls whom have a nice body and wonder why I can't look like that where I could just crawl into their skin and look like that for a while, while still being able to have my life. Still looking like a dude helps a bit since people don't seem to judge as much a guy checking out women but its really because I would like to be them more than I'd like to be me.
Sometimes I wonder if I just need a hug or a strong shaking. I'm just getting tired of it but know I still have a long road ahead of me and sometimes just don't know what to do.