I think I have to accept that many people are denied happiness throughout their lives because of bad genetic or situational luck. Just because I am one of them doesn't mean I get to whine, and it doesn't mean I get to kill myself and waste all the time and resources poured into me. I will never love myself as a man, but I also cannot convince myself that that matters in the grand scheme of things. I can at the very least be someone else’s convenience.






















