so yesterday was horrible.
I wore the gc2b binder and it was worse than I remember. I was basically having a drawn out panic attack and I was texting mad dad and trying to get him to get me and eventually I just cried in front of one of my teachers and she let me skip gym and then my dad came and got me.
And I'm currently sitting in life ed wearing sweatpants, my dads flannel, and one of my dads jackets over that. I'm falling apart lol.
I got a ton of flannels for Christmas but they're all form fitting so I'd have to bind and like we all know how that's going.
maybe I'll be better when I get my new binder.
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*
