a row of small blue flowers

a glorious kind of play

things i cant tell people

strong tw for negative mental health

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i want to cut off my flesh. if the doctors refuse to do it, maybe i have to take matters into my own hands. i am very close to not caring if i bleed out. maybe i'd rather die than have to continue living this way.

this sounds very egg_irl but i assure you this has nothing to do with gender.

i know something is wrong with me, i know it.

the denial is the worst part. i can't tell if i'm being lied to. i'm begging for the truth. i feel like i'm going crazy. i'm told it's confirmation bias. i'm told maybe it's delusions. i'm told it's my anxiety making things up. and all i get is the feeling that i can't trust my own senses.

but deep down i know. i know. and no one wants to admit it.

i don't know what to do, trust me i've tried everything short of putting a knife to my throat. put me out of my misery.