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Not in the retarded Tumblr way, but:
>extremely dissociated from myself and real life
>don't see the person in the mirror as myself but only a flesh automaton I get to think I control
>don't even think an "I" exists for me
>uncreative in general, suck at art
>wide variety of interests but end up throwing most of them away
>don't really see myself as a male, female, enby, or anything
>unlikeable, disliked or ignored by most of the people I know
>have had people rant about me to my face
I had a traumatic childhood, bullied from elementary school up until I graduated from HS
>mostly ignored in college
I see how people talk to me (only when I approach them) and how disinterested they are, but when they talk to someone else, I see how lively and interested they are.
My parents are assholes, I live in a shithole, I'm also a tranny.
Honestly I kind of just want to kill myself. Maybe it's just curiosity keeping me alive.
Alternatively, I'd like to live in a fantasy world. Maybe not an unrealistic one, but with at least real friends, real comradery, real adventures, real things to be discovered and enjoyed and created. What's there to find in this world? Just misery.
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>extremely dissociated from myself and real life
>don't see the person in the mirror as myself but only a flesh automaton I get to think I control
>don't even think an "I" exists for me
>uncreative in general, suck at art
>wide variety of interests but end up throwing most of them away
>don't really see myself as a male, female, enby, or anything
>unlikeable, disliked or ignored by most of the people I know
>have had people rant about me to my face
I had a traumatic childhood, bullied from elementary school up until I graduated from HS
>mostly ignored in college
I see how people talk to me (only when I approach them) and how disinterested they are, but when they talk to someone else, I see how lively and interested they are.
My parents are assholes, I live in a shithole, I'm also a tranny.
Honestly I kind of just want to kill myself. Maybe it's just curiosity keeping me alive.
Alternatively, I'd like to live in a fantasy world. Maybe not an unrealistic one, but with at least real friends, real comradery, real adventures, real things to be discovered and enjoyed and created. What's there to find in this world? Just misery.