Just a short fill in, today wasn't bad. We finished school shopping, and I got my haircut. It's now in a new, punk sort of style? I don't know. It's dark brown/black in the black and shaved in the back. The front is still long and flippy, but lightly trimmed and dyed red. I like it.
Today I also saw a special someone at the gas station. His name is Curtis. We have a strange history.. But anyways, my mother and I were putting air in the tires and I heard someone call my name. Of course it was him, and he's great. He got even taller, his hair is longer, his voice deeper. I'm really glad I saw him. His mom isn't that sweet, but he managed to tell me what his first class of the day was, and it is PE, with me. I'm glad about that.
Surprisingly ver the last week of summer, I haven't had any /major/ panic attacks. Today wasn't bad at all, really. Tomorrow is my first day of Ninth grade, but I'm okay.. I feel pretty confident, because it will be the first day and all I'm assuming all day we'll be adjusting and introducing ourselves, and therefore the day might go by pretty fast. I hope so. I hope I don't get sick on the bus in the morning.
Like I said earlier, I'm really not feeling sick at all. I'll make the best of and try to have a good day. c: Wish me luck. I'll fill you in tomorrow evening.
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An LGBT diary.
Non-FictionThis is just me. Just a diary of a transgendered student, just beginning high school in August. You may be bored, you may cry, you may find me a pessimist, you may laugh. I don't know. xP Read if you please.
