This 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*
I was buying patches for my jean jacket today at a stand and there was such a cute guy working. He looked about my age if not a bit older and I should have talked to him but I didn't. He was wearing a rainbow the dye sweater too. Hnnnn.
I'm pretty sure the only people who read this are the ones who want to keep tabs on me and make sure I'm okay because I don't talk about my serious emotions.
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(Yes it has a filter because filters make me look not gross.)
I'm very bored and I like my hair when it's curly and I also never posted a picture of my hair color so here it is.
I might put a picture of my new patches later but the ones that I got say: black lives matter, no human is illegal, feminist, anti nazi, rainbow, and chaotic neutral. So if my politically charged patches don't get bs's attention then idk what will.
