Not dead yet. Visual snow is acting up. Can't see shit. Getting a couple of dresses for Christmas (I picked them out, they're really cute) I don't owe anybody shit. I am me and that is who I am. So if anybody has shit to say they can go fuck themselves.
Be as reasonably healthy as your body permits
-whoever the fuck I am
YOU ARE READING
My Diary For Bored Ppl
RandomBc I feel like it, read into my innermost thoughts. Its like the title says, a public diary. See the life of a mentally ill trans kid in the rural south.
