So many people tell me it needs to get worse before it gets better, but it never gets better. Ever since my fp actually abandoned me (after months of telling her it was my biggest fear), nothing has gone my way. I managed to open up to a school councilor about the things that have happened to me at home, but that's only because of my new fp helping me. My arms are worse than ever, dysphoria hits like a truck (in case you don't know, dysphoria is the feeling some trans people get towards their bodies), and no one seems to want to be around me. Nothing ever gets better, and i'm tired of people telling me it will. But my least favorite thing is when someone only cares about me when I'm actively dreaming about how great everything would be if I were dead, or never existed. I only have one real friend apparently, and I haven't seen them in forever.