After my accident, I asked over 15 people to take me to urgent care. 17 to be exact. But no one will take me. Now I have blood coming out of both ears and still, none of these cunts will take me. I can’t even handle it with these jersey sleeze bags.

I feel so much happier.

This time last year I was someone’s girlfriend. But I was more like the rebound relationship girl. It wasn’t until a few months ago that I realized this.

Now I’m someone special to someone. I get to be important. Whereas, I used to almost always go out of the way to be there for the other person, now I have a mutual respect with my significant other.

I’ve realized I deserve someone who will treat me as an equal and not as a sex slave.

I feel respected and important. I feel happy and confident. But most of all, I feel loved.

ftm-problems:

I am having a hard time finding a girlfriend as an FTM, because I haven’t had any of the surgeries yet, so I am still physically female, which makes it difficult to date straight women.

Upon first sight, a straight woman may want you because you look like a male, but once they are aware that you…

If someone doesn’t date you because of your current genitalia, regardless of whatever gender, sex or sexuality you are, then they aren’t worth your time. It may be hard to find someone but, in all honesty, the right person will come around and you will be so happy you didn’t settle for someone who is shallow enough to not date you for your personality.

I like having a significant other that I can just talk to. Like sit around or cuddle and talk to. After riding, a day in the studio, just anything and we can just talk.

It’s nice to have an even keel, mutually affectionate relationship where I don’t feel used.

I’m supported in the things I do and vice versa. What a feeling to spend long, warm spring nights laying outside and talking about anything and everything.

My mom just told me she’s made me into a monster.

Ever since Annabel has been rather mean towards me and I’ve wanted to do something about it, that’s all I’ve felt like. A fucking monster.

I feel like I have had a weight taken off of my shoulders. I like the truth and I don’t like to pry it out of people but it feels so much better when I hear it even if it isn’t something I want to hear. Just knowing that people, even if they lie before, can still tell the truth, is simply a wonderful thing.

I find it to be such a pity when people only talk to you when they have invasive questions for you. Obviously, you don’t talk to me because you enjoy talking to me. You simply want to know things and they drop me and only pick me up when you want something that strictly benefits you or someone else to potentially maliciously hurt me.

Moral of the story: Don’t treat people like shit and cut them out unless you want to know things to either hold over their heads or tell someone else because chances are, if you respect them and appreciate them, they will give you the answers you are asking for.