Why does existing have to be so hard? I was recently officially diagnosed with level one autism, major depressive disorder, and generalized anxiety disorder.

That, plus still figuring out what being aroace means for me, plus the fact I’ve been lately realizing that maybe I don’t even know if i identify with any form of gender…it’s just a lot to comprehend and understand.

It feels tiring to be, to exist, to live.

I’m sure I’ll figure it out, but dear god is the process hard and long.

Ugh but why can’t I be a genderless botanical being that doesn’t need to eat or sleep or worry about human things?

Bluegh.