There is no dysphoria thought? I dont have genuine gender dysphoria probably… I am just projecting all my discomfort with existing, my depression and problems and all that unto masculinity because that makes it seem fixable. This is me just trying on another new custome in hopes that I will be loved. I am totally empty due to identity defusion. When somebody offers me an identity then I take it because maybe I will be loved. I used to be really religiously zealous because that was one of the few stable identities I had and I was actually a lot happier back then then I am now. Because now I am empty again. None of this is authentic. My entire psyche is all configured towards one goal. And that goal is to try and find attachment or “love” due to my borderline, due to me being simply unfinished and dyfunctional as a human subject.
There is no real dysphoria… just as there never was any real insanity or artistry or passion for anything. All that I am is an image artifically conjured so that I might be loved because I am empty inside but nothing can fill that void ever.
I wonder if most people simply feel more confident in their identity so dont relate much. I would post a similar sentiment if i could express myself better.
There is no dysphoria thought? I dont have genuine gender dysphoria probably… I am just projecting all my discomfort with existing, my depression and problems and all that unto masculinity because that makes it seem fixable. This is me just trying on another new custome in hopes that I will be loved. I am totally empty due to identity defusion. When somebody offers me an identity then I take it because maybe I will be loved. I used to be really religiously zealous because that was one of the few stable identities I had and I was actually a lot happier back then then I am now. Because now I am empty again. None of this is authentic. My entire psyche is all configured towards one goal. And that goal is to try and find attachment or “love” due to my borderline, due to me being simply unfinished and dyfunctional as a human subject.
There is no real dysphoria… just as there never was any real insanity or artistry or passion for anything. All that I am is an image artifically conjured so that I might be loved because I am empty inside but nothing can fill that void ever.
Waow most relatable shit ive ever read on here
But nobody responds to me
I wonder if most people simply feel more confident in their identity so dont relate much. I would post a similar sentiment if i could express myself better.