
i genuinely don’t know how i’m supposed to live like this. i’m supposed to graduate college in a couple months. i don’t know how im supposed to work like this, with my hip being a damn timebomb. i can’t get the medication i need because im trans, and my dad refuses to update my name on his insurance. relying on them for support is also tricky for that reason.
i’ve had such a deep fucking hunger for independence since i was young, and now that the times coming to fly or die, i don’t know how to get off the runway. there’s so much I need to do, but right now, all i can think about is wanting the pain to stop. i find so much comfort in the thought of dying because i know then, i won’t have to feel it anymore, won’t have to worry about rent, or work, or weighing down my loved ones. every time my body betrays me, i start thinking about it again.