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You can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you feel like you've lost many years to grief and sadness.

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dude omg i did NOT “come back wrong” you just remember me as imperfect and now i’m a divinely elevated version of myself with no capacity for wrongdoing. i’m still me dude i’m literally the same basically *all electronics within three feet of me explode* sorry i mean i meant to do that

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I became the one I hated, but not because I became a bad person. Because I started to live like I was forbidden to.

I was taught that this "ideal" people around, who care for their health, take rest, eat good food, make stuff, have friends, love them, care for them too, do sports for fun, have hobbies or interests, dreams, goals – it's just lazy, rich, or stupid people, because that's all means nothing. Just because my parents "didn't have time for my bullshit", they taught me that normal life is excess.

They made me such a comfortable doll who aspires to nothing and has no personality in public, has no needs and lives a wonderful life without having everything that normal people have.

I was also taught that I was stupid, weak, fat, and many other things. Too much of a loser to live a normal life.

Now I am trying to live my normal life. I go out for a run in the morning, I try to eat well, I spend money, I buy what I like, I do what brings little income, but what is important to me. I have friends. People like me. I'm smart, I'm funny, I'm a great student, and I know how to stand up for myself. I lost weight because I grew up and the weight was distributed like an adult, not like a teenager. And because I've become more mobile. My face changed. And I changed the name by which I am addressed.

But I have a feeling that this person is not real. That I don't have the right to all this, I didn't deserve it. It's like I was born to be unhappy and mean like them, and when I'm happy – and I'm happy a lot – I do something forbidden.

I tried to fight their ideas about me, and I tried to fight for the right to be exactly the way they see me, but I got tired of it. I changed my name and everything else, not to escape, but to regain control. It's just doesn't about me. But then I don't know who I am anymore.

But I guess it's for me to decide.

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The full thing for anyone who wants it!

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The last days of the petition against conversion therapy are FASCINATING to watch. I have been following it pretty closely for almost a year now, and the progress was, above all, steady. There was this jump when some algorithm in Finland picked it up, but even that was local.

And now, everyone is panicking.

Which really shows.

These past three or four days, multiple countries have reached the threshold. Even more notably, the number of signatures in total, the ones that we need to get one million of, are growing rapidly. There are only 400'000 signatures missing. Two days ago, it was closer to 600'000.

You can see the progress here:

Consider joining the fun by making everyone around you sign it!

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The thing neurotypicals tend not to understand about the ADHD brain is that it really only has two gears

I turn to the chalkboard and carefully write out

WORKIN' HARD

HARDLY WORKIN'

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cherry blossoms　桜

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