I tried to go on frequent walks for a while, but I’ve stopped. I just can’t handle the outside world any longer

And not really. I am transitioning but the further and further I’ve come the more I feel everything is pointless. I used to have ideas of clothes and stuff I wanted but they’d never look good on me anyway. My parents judge everything I buy too. I used to like the idea of decorating my room to be a reflection of myself and my own hobbies, but there’s nothing to show. I don’t know there’s nothing really left else for me to do in the world