Remind me, remind me, remind me

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Wrote a whole long post, my phone sabotaged it by dying for no reason.
summary. My relationships are fucking up again, I can't trust anything, I don't always know what's real, I am depressed, anxiety and paranoia are worse, I'm not on any fucking medication and nobody's taking me seriously. I mean, if your supposedly close friend tells you that they hallucinate often, and it's not good stuff, do you just brush it off? No. No you fucking don't. Thanks a lot.
My therapist doesn't know that I'm depressed again, that I hallucinate, or just how paranoid I am. She knows nothing. I must tell her but all I've talked about for the last two months is school and my father, which isn't fucking helping, it's just going round in circles.
She doesn't even know that I'm genderqueer and hate my body with an absolute passion, for christsake.

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