So this week has been really bad for no real reason. At lunch today I just hugged my book bag to my chest and laid my head on it for a second. My best friend walked up, set down her book bag, looked at me,and said "Eat, Vince" before getting in line for her lunch (I always pack my lunch). This is a good friend right? I don't even know how to explain, it just really helped. And I'm not sure if she even knew why I was upset, I try not to bother her with my problems. She's in therapy for her problems, I don't need to be giving her more problems.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Diary Of The Drowning
RandomHi I'm Vincent and I guess this is like my diary (there has to be a manly word for diary but this works too...) I'm a trans guy and I'm trapped in the closet for the next 2 years at least, so this is mostly dysphoric ranting. These are my thoughts o...
