FTM Trans journal

Day 6 of Journaling!!

Nearly a week since I started!!! I'm about to have to go to bed, but when has that ever stopped me from being a dumbass and staying up too late? Never. I'm sitting on my bed typing this up at 9:06 pm and it feels like at any moment my dad will burst in through the door or something. I'm supposed to be getting pjs on and getting off technology because I got to bed technically at 9:30 but I stay up wayyy later as evidenced by my last few entries. Muzicalassassin posted some great tips on how to feel less dysphoric on the last entry, so if you ever need them they're there. I find typing things helps me a lot more than physically writing them, which is probably why I haven't been able to keep up with any other journals. I can't believe it's almost February. I still can't think of a good gift for my gf for Valentine's Day and I know it seems like it's too early to worry about that sorta thing but she always gets me the sweetest things, and I love her so much and I feel bad every year because I always just end up forgetting Valentine's Day is a thing and I give her a quickly thrown together card or something like that and I feel really guilty about it for the rest of the month. Any tips? She loves art supplies, chocolate, that kind of thing. I was thinking I could make her a lil dood like Adam, she seemed to really like him when I showed him to her, so maybe that would be a good gift? Maybe? Anyway, how's y'all's night? I know I ask that basically every night, but moods are always changing. All we did today was chill out and take a break, except for band. In band we learned a new song that for some reason gives me The Happy Shit in my brain mush and all it is is the same pattern over and over until we have the sections stand one by one and play a part by themselves. I play Clarinet and it kicks my ass half the time. The other half I love it so much because it plays beautiful low notes. Do you guys play any instruments? On another note, looked at my boob things and thought 'Can't wait for top surgery.' Oh, I've got this tiny two dollar gas station harmonica and it's so sad to play because it sounds so upset when I play it.