This human.
Alright so my anxiety was just as bad if not worse. I'm gonna talk to my dad about switching teams or maybe online school because that would be so much better.
My dad ended up having to pick me up from school because it was just that bad.
But while we were trying to get checked out in the office I met a seventh grader that like my hair. They looked at all of my pins on my backpack too.
Basically I looked really really edgy today and from what I could tell they are and edgy human. So maybe tomorrow I'll try to talk to them.
Nothing to talk about with idk I'll call him B. (The dude from yesterday)
He looked at me.
That's all.
I doubt he was even looking at me, he probably just glanced up as I walked by.
Nothing with Ele either.
Yay.
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*
