I could write a lot about this but I’m going to keep it on the short side.

When my dysphoria was at the worst every day felt more and more hopeless. I woke up wishing I could go back to sleep which was the only time I had some happiness. Living felt like trudging through thick disgusting sludge and as time went on the sludge got thicker. I think I would have succumbed to it if I didn’t get HRT when I did.

I also sometimes also have this vision where my deadname has wings and a horde of them is swarming me like ravenous monstrous bats while I’m standing there trying to shield myself and swat them away. Often times when I think of dysphoria, that and the sludge is what comes to mind.

The guy you are talking to has an account less than a day old and all he’s done is suck orange nazi cock. If they are even a human then they are too stupid and arrogant to understand or accept any argument. No point in arguing or even talking to them.

Hot tip: You can skip the police officer’s dialogue by reaching for their gun.

(Just in case, do not do this)