I have developmental disorder. I can’t come out. I can’t tell the truth. I’m scared. I’m not a her. I’m not a him. I don’t want my family mistaking it. I’m stupid. I can’t walk properly. I’m always dreaming. I hate the words “furry” and “drawing”. My mom keeps on making fun of me. I’m addicted. I can’t stop. Nobody knows that I exist. I can’t take it anymore. When will I commit s*icide? I don’t know. But, soon...
Please, Help me.
