I had an anxiety attack because of my algebra homework last night and I legit know nothing in this subject and we have a quiz on Monday.
I held a door open for bs this morning and he just looked at me and walked through and he didn't say thanks and I feel a t t a c k e d.
Then we had full band today and bs was right behind me and he plays the xylophone but he plays the high one not the low one and it's so pretty fenifusbeisnd.
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*
