Wanting to feel special, always. Scared to be loved, usually. Wondering if I told the truth, presently. Was I really ok in November? I don’t know, I thought I was…that much is true. Am I ok now? I don’t believe so, but I don’t quite know what is wrong. What is really bothering me deep down. What am I afraid to see?
There’s so much going on, so many questions? Will I finish school? What am I doing with my life? Why do I still have endometriosis? Why do I continue to eat bad when I know better? Why do I feel alone when I have many friends? I haven’t felt the least bit attractive in months, maybe longer? Yes, some days I’ve felt pretty but something inside feels ugly.
I feel like I am close to completing this transition but one wrong move and I fail…I know failure and it’s not pretty?