i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross
Weird to think I’ve been having gender dysphoria since 2 years old and I only figured out that I was genderfluid 20 years later haha
Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually a naturally empathetic person. I used to describe myself as a born egotist with an uncompromising self-confidence, too wrapped up in my own world to easily pick up on the affect my actions or words have on others. Now I’m empathetic to a fault, but is it my true nature or something I’ve trained into myself to utilize my excessive anxiety and guilt? Am I truly a kind person or is my finely-tuned sensitivity a mechanism to alleviate the same anxiety and guilt that I manufacture to counterbalance how much of a self-absorbed dick I am?