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ive been weighing myself more frequently and lately I've only lost 2 pounds (barely, like 1.8) pounds in two weeks. that's slow and steady, but a little too slow, is it not?

then I went from 175.9 to 176.7 doing nothing different. I usually never weigh myself more then once a week bc of stuff like this. I cut my calories a little bit more I guess but that shouldn't make me gain in theory, right?

am I not eating enough? I know that can happen. even small fluctuations are making me very uneasy.

comment your Xbox gamertag and I'll add anyone who wants to play. i was gold last season but i kinda suck and need to practice but solo q is awful lmao

hi again. Its been a while. I've recently started T and I'm finally feeling more comfortable with myself (partly) but my family has changed their opinions on me being trans SO FAST that it confuses me.

Just a few months ago my father was calling me childish for being purposely vague about my gender clinic appointments. He refused to call me anything but she, basically believing I will always be his daughter and I can't change how I was born etc. That I was trying to change what everyone has known me as from birth and that wasn't fair. That I was going against science and biology. Telling me why should I transition if I cant change my chromosomes.

The things I overheard broke me and made

We don't have the whole story yet nor do we know Kate or Fitz's perspective. So before you get angry and witch hunt or go send hate to either of them, remember this situation involves real people and real feelings. Respect Carson's wishes and be respectful. He even regrets saying anything, do not go out of your way to make things worse for Carson. Support him in this shitty time.

I know you're angry. I definitely am. I feel betrayed almost, Carson means a lot to me and fitz did too at one point. I feel like I cant escape YouTube 'drama' (its more than that but that's what people call it) and from people you really liked it sucks ass.

Still, we don't know exactly what happened. Because sh

where do i even begin with this? i've posted here before, and some of you could already know what the deal is. my life has gotten worse, my mental health is shit and so is my physical health to some extent. eating disorder recovery made me gain so much weight, now im actually obese. i dont have diabetes or high blood pressure, but i'm so paranoid about getting it.

every fucking day is the same. i wake up. i obsessively play a game thats one of my hyperfixations at this current moment, watch youtube. apply to a job or two. eat. watch more videos. go to sleep at an unreasonable time. its so fucking unbearable. i hate going to bed knowing my day is going to be exactly the fucking same.

it's

So I came out to my dad completely and it's like nothing happened. He doesn't care. He continues to call me she and her and my birth name. He said he accepts me but doesnt "agree with it". My mom is "uncomfortable" despite her support for the past few months. So was it all a lie? Was she just humoring me? She left me completely alone in the argument, not taking my side and helping me explain. I had both of my parents basically against me.

So my question is: is it even worth it to convince them? I'll never be male in their eyes, and maybe technically my chromosomes won't be but everything else will be. but I don't think it matters. I'm their "daughter" and they can't see me differently.

So I went to the hospital, inpatient, for five days. I genuinely felt better, probably because i was away from a lot of the shit that stresses me out. I don't know what happened. The positivity wasn't fake, I thought i could get better. But now, all i feel is doom. My medication is barely working as it is. No one seems to hear me screaming for help- I guess I still need it.

It's an uphill battle I don't want to fight anymore. I could take some pills and alcohol and just go drive somewhere so no one finds me until it's too late. I promised my therapist, I told her i wasn't that bad. But I am. I hate how anxious and angry I get on my meds. It sucks and I want it all to stop. I want the blackn

today i was in Five Below and some old woman called me a girl. Surprisingly, my mom grabbed me by the shoulders and said to me, "no, this is my son." Really emphasising it. She corrected herself later calling me she instead of he. And then she said "where's my other son?" (Referring to my bro)

I wanna cry it feels so right and good and if I had any doubts about myself I definitely don't anymore.

anyway, I haven't posted here for a while but have this. It gets better. My mom is trying, and after five years it's showing. I promise the right people you should have in your life, will come around.

I've written many in the past. When i was young and unable to cope. I planned my death day. I planned what I was going to do it and I was only 15. I did it at 16. And now again, at 19.

I'm going to include a will, because no matter what, i am going to kill myself. Even if it's in the mere future. Our planet is so fucked and theres no undoing it. I cant have a family and let them live in a world like that. It's so selfish just to indulge in that kind of happiness just for my kids to die off horribly when the earth inevitably fucking explodes and cooks every one alive.

I don't have many people who care about me anyway. I'm not really scared of the pain, because suicide is rarely painless.

(I am trans if that means anything, but pls no gender arguments!)

I tried to post this in r/relationships, but ill post it here instead. to keep it brief, I really need some advice. I did something I'm not proud of.

A couple months ago, in February, I had a one night stand with my exes best friend, who i'll call E. Before you say it, no, i didn't cheat. We broke up in December of 2018. They just have a weird relationship, so i know it may ruin things.

my ex and E have been friends since they were young children so he kind of just puts up with E. My ex almost despises him in many ways, despite being friends. It's weird, kind of hard to explain.

Telling him I slept with E, three months aft