Every time my body commits treason it is a literal battle. I become physically ill to the point where I can’t function. It’s like my body is screaming that it’s not supposed to be happening. And I feel every fucking second of it.
I never hate my body as much as I do when it happens.
Less than a week until my T appointment. I just have to hold out for a little longer cause sometimes I feel like it’s gonna be the thing that pushes me over the edge.
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