It's not even 9 am and I'm already having the worst day of my entire fucking life.
Because of what happened this morning, my grandpa is making me go to my dads house for a few days, which I'm not complaining about since I've wanted to get out of this house. But it also sucks at my dads house, since theres nothing to do there and nobody gives a shit about me, but at least I'll be left alone for the most part.
Seems like no matter where I go, people only give a shit about me when they want me to do chores. That's all they care about. I could be in the most depressed state ever, and nobody will care, but as soon as the trash is full they'll come rushing to me to tell me to take it out.
Soooooo fun
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My Trans Story
Non-FictionEDIT: Since completing this book, I've changed my name to Evan *** This book will be filled with my experiences in coming out, transitioning, random stories, and rants. I hope you enjoy!
