I am sitting here, in a small room that was once a garage. My computer screen is the only thing that lights up the room, except for some L.E.D lights I have. They shine purple. I don't care if anyone reads this, it's a diary of the past for me, to get everything from the past 12 years of my life, down on paper..well, on a screen. This means a lot to me. I am not yet the person I want to be, nor am I even close. But it is all an adventure, and this is just the beginning.
-Alastor Epione(pseudo name for privacy-also I don't want to use my deadname)
Saturday, February 20, 2021
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12 years
RandomThe story of 12 years. This story follows me in my discovery of myself and how I handled it. From friendships and first crushes, to getting my first binder. Follow me in my journey of being the person I always was meant to be. Saturday, February 20...
