It started okay. There was a cute guy wearing a Red Hot Chili Peppers T-shirt and he kept looking at me so I thought that maybe he wanted to be friends.
Nah.
He ended up finding a group of annoying, slightly homophobic dudes.
I have no one on my team.
I had an anxiety attack or two.
I'm so tired but I'm so anxious that idk if I'm gonna sleep.
I don't have anywhere to sit during lunch either.
I want to transfer to the team that all of my friends are on.
YOU ARE READING
I'm trans and problematic
RandomThis is my second journal about being trans. Don't even both reading. I'll probably be dead in a week or two anyways. *trigger warning for the first few chapters*
