Don't ever think you are ever anything more.
You don't exist for anything other than what is expected of you.
Your body isn't your body. It is a burden and a tool.
Everything about you is sickening and worthless and yet you still hold out the hope that people that might like you.
But every connection you make is inhuman, because you are inhuman. You are hated for what you are, and you hate yourself for that reason.
Those who wish to be near you are either similar or have ill interiors. You are a spectacle. They don't like you for your dreams or your hobbies, but for what's inside, for what you can bring them.
They can't physically get to you, so they defile your space, your memories, your joy. Months down the line, when you are happy, it suddenly returns to you. They want you, but not for what you are.
They've tainted a dream, now you can't look out towards the vast world of opportunity.
Even those who should encourage you just bring you more doubt. Are you really even a person anymore, how do you live with such dehumanization. You argue against them, but don't you believe in what they say?