I really hate being trans*gender. Really!
I just hate that kinda every transguy I know, that is also not on testosterone yet, has a great passing and I'm always "the young lady" - from the first second on. -.-'
The therapist in my new home town seems to never read his mails, but when you call him, there's a messages that says "Send an e-mail" - yeah, thanks, I've tried that...
My mum always emphasises that she bought something in the MEN'S section. I know she only wantes to help me, but she would definitely help more if she took for granted that I know it's from the men's section.
My old therapist said I could talk to the psychiatrist there, but that would be in March. I. Want. That. Now! I hate waiting for this. I don't want to have those fucking problems. I just hate my life this way.
I always wonder why I can't just like my body the way it is - but I just can't like it. It's not me. It doesn't look like I feel.
Also, my father is still ignorant and doesn't answer my calls...
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