I, in short, am fucked. I cut my thigh a couple days ago not realizing I've got a doctor's appointment in 8 days. WHERE I MIGHT HAVE TO STRIP! It's for PC (Pectus Carinatum) and god I want to slice my arm to shredded cheese but I can't do that! I'm praying that my thigh heels fast. I don't know man it feels hopeless and pointless. I just want to be left alone and be able to do what I want to do. I'll let y'all know how it goes.
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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.
