It's an odd position to be in when you're surrounded by people but you feel completely alone. I have allies, I have trans friends who have gone through it themselves, I have people who are trying to switch pronouns, but ultimately this journey is my own.
I got stupid drunk last night and punched a wall apparently. If there were no previously existing history of these kind of actions it might be worrisome, but this is a standard practice at 50 Morris.
I'm scared that by making the decision to take testosterone I've alienated my parents forever. I'm scared that I'm never going to find someone who will love me
relatedly, I'm pretty tired of this crush that's dominating my daydreams.

that's it.