CPS needs to open another case on my Dad. Ever since the case closed, things have gone downhill and fast. Very fast. And now it feels like Alleyway is trying to enforce trans labels on me ever since I her/them that I use he/they. Now she/they calls me a they/them and such, telling everyone I'm trans. I think I am, I don't know if I am. Is it that hard to get that stuffed into your pea brain? It's going too fucking fast. I can't catch up at all it's very, very overwhelming. Someone even saying, "Hi," could get me irritated.
And even worse, when I read, all the words blur together and the sides of my vision kinds just get darker and darker until I blink.
Any who, I', getting anxiety meds that will hopefully work.
YOU ARE READING
my diary for everyone to see <3
Non-Fictionan angsty teen just putting his thoughts down cover is NOT by me but sadly i do not r]know who made the art but all credits to them <3 its catnap and hes smoking
