my ex is talking about all these cute dates they're going on with this trans guy and how they're planning to kiss for the first time tonight and i just wish i had something like that with someone. if i had transitioned maybe i could've had a chance of being attractive to them... i only say that bc i reallyyyy struggle to believe i'll find my person. i feel so unattractive physically and personality wise :/ and i have no money to my name, and my apartment is constantly a mess. all the girls i was into turned out to be a jerk or rejected me. What Is It Going To Take!!!!!!
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So my life is feeling like its on an upward swing since this is my final semester for my associates, I'm starting a new job real soon and also possibly have a really nice remote job if I hear back from a few places I recently applied to.
And it always terrifies me when good stuff starts happening.
Change is really hard for me especially when it feels like its all at once. With better pay comes the opportunity to leave my parent's house finally and move in with a girl who has lovingly stolen my heart. With my school behind me I can find better jobs even!
But at the same time, its just. So scary for me. What if I can't keep up my part of rent. What if my chronic pain or ADHD or other disabilities put a strain on someone I love to my core, and I end up making things worse because I get extremely emotional and will scream (at myself mostly) and panic during these high stress times (especially if money is involved)
I've had a 'safety net' of family members who barely tolerate the fake me I present myself as, and I know my mental health is going to be so much better when I'm not around them, but at the same time I need so much help sometimes. Family just happens to help in terms of shelter and food. It also doesn't help that the one other time I moved out it ended so so poorly that I'm still working through that trauma.
Hurting the love of my life in any way fucking terrifies me. I want nothing but the best for her always always always. I just know I can't always be at my best, its impossible to be. I will break at some point and probably scream and cry about how things aren't going nearly to plan and I'm so weak so often I don't know if I can pull myself together fast enough to not hurt myself or her with my untrue words.
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5 hours of sleep. Woke up, hearing is a touch wonky. Instant anxiety. Tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t calm myself, so after an hour of darkness and tinnitus, I took a klonopin, then got anxious over how I only have 14 left. Was it worth it? Would I have been fine if I’d just gotten up and walked around? More things to worry about, but it is what it is. Then breakfast, more medications, and finally I am (mostly) centered. Off center, but still close enough to call it a good shot.
Littlest brother has a chess tournament today and I’m going to lend my outstanding emotional support. Got my little bag with a couple of books, a phone charger, and snacks. It’s going to be a long day of sitting, but I’m excited to see how he’ll do.
I always feel weird saying this, but feel free to send any asks to help me pass the time, but really, I’ll be hunky dory without them. Okay, I love you, bye.
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