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My dream is to have someone—anyone—see me as more than just a friend. To have someone who wants me, in more than just a sexual way. That dream haunts me.
The only attention I receive is from Grindr. I see my worth as how much I can starve myself to stay thin. I figure at least if I’m petite, pervs online will want to use me as part of their fetish. I oblige them because they desire me in those fleeting moments. After they get what they want, they never contact me again. That is my value as a person.
I’m so insecure, so unconfident. I see people like my best friend, who can get any guy she wants without even trying, and I have only envy and resentment. What’s worse, I think I have feelings for her, unrequited love that will only serve to hurt more as she explores her new life as a single woman. I don’t think even she sees me as a woman, but as a feminine man who lies to himself in the mirror each day. A pretender.
I don’t even try anymore. What’s the fucking point?
Clearly I’m not in a good place mentally/emotionally. I’m tired of therapy; it has not helped me. I feel like a failure in almost all aspects of my life. I can’t even get high anymore, so now on particularly bad days I drink instead. Today I’m getting drunk. I don’t care to tell anyone IRL how I really feel these days. It’s just a waste of breath on my part, and a waste of time on their’s. No one I care about wants to hear about my problems, feelings and fears anymore. It’s best to accept this bitter reality—better to be the funny person than to share my internal struggles and profound sadness.
I’ve got my son, and he is going to venture out into the world on his own in a matter of a few years. Then I will truly feel alone. His love is what keeps me on this earth, nothing else.
Edit:
I told my best friend how shitty I’m feeling over text, she said she’d call me. She didn’t. I waited all day for her call. I’m always there for her, but when I really needed her today, she was nowhere to be found. That really hurt. Like really bad.
If I could push a button and never existed for anyone, I’m afraid I would push it.
Hey, I know this feeling. Let it pass. Dwelling here leads to bad places that nobody should have to be in. You deserve love and peace, just as much as anyone else. Please don’t be a statistic! If you need help, reach out! DMs are fine here. Call the Trevor Project if you’re still feeling this way. It hurts me worse than dysphoria to see stories like yours. They’re valid feelings and they’re real, but they stem from external factors. Push them away and spend some time thinking about the you that you love 💖
;{ You don’t have to stop here. Pause, collect yourself, and keep telling your story!
I found a place to hide at work last night (it was very slow) and cried it out for a little while. It helped. I still feel like shit, but the intrusive thoughts are a lot quieter right now. I just want to be happy, but I don’t see it happening. I was able to put the mask back on, so I’m not drawing the attention of those around me. Just keep faking it.
Same.