therapy

I don't understand how everybody expects me to be better after the tinniest bit of therapy. How they expect me to come home a changed man. How they expect me to wake up a new person. I just don't understand. It took years to make me this way so it only makes sense that it would take years to turn me back into the person I used to be...I don't remember who that is though...Adlar? Gabriel? Me? Me of course. I'm the cause of everybody's problems.

I'm supposed to be a girl. Mom said so. I'm supposed to be a girl because otherwise they won't love me...they'll send me away. Nobody loves me and no one ever will. I'll just stay here. Trapped forever. I was trapped as a boy, why shouldn't I be now? Nothing's changed. 

She says I'm getting better but I find it so hard to believe her. I'm so tired.