Take pride. 🌈
I will be seeing my therapist in exactly thirty days from now
I spoke to my mother, and she said that she would try to get me in sooner, if it was not too much of a scheduling issue.
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I live in fantasy. I would rather have a cartoon pony as a spouse than a human. I do not want to learn how to drive or get a job. I used to want to wear dresses and fursuits, but now those wishes are gone, and I miss them. I have little sexual and romantic desires, and I no longer feel masculine or feminine. No school subjects appeal to me anymore. I do not want to have to deal with the next few years of my life, or the later years, for that matter.
Despite this, I am depressed, but not sad.
I would like to tell the entirety of the two previous paragraphs to my therapist, but I do not want to be asked what a “furry” is, and I want to keep the italicized sentence a secret. I realize that I am creating a paradox by saying this, but it is true nevertheless.