Dear diary,
Well hi, I would say good morning but it's not a good morning. It never is. I'm back in the psych ward, and it sucks worse than ever. Because it's my second time I'm being watched even more closely. The only good thing, I've had a lot more time on my hands and I've been thinking a lot. I've also been making hundreds of paper stars but that's besides the point.
I've been wondering, am I comfortable with how I project my gender? And Ive started to realise I'm not. But that's as far as I've gotten. I don't know what my gender is, and I don't know how to figure it out.
I hope I get to go home soon, I miss my cat.
Peace out from your favourite something?
