Gee! God I get it! I'm late! And so is my book! God, anyways, sorry... Buy, err, is it bad that my dad and step mum think I have been harmig my self, when I haven't? Anyways, I also had to convince them that me, "thinking" imma a boy, is just a "phase" when it really isn't... Yesterday I lost my voice for three hours, which I lost it by going to a fair, and screaming logic out on rides, but! *inhales* the thing I was using as a substitute binder for my chest, was used by someone else in my other house hold and I couldn't find it so, I went to YouTube and found a better way of a substitute binder, so now I'm all good until my birthday, which is this Friday, also known as St. Patrick's Day, because about an hour after I wake up, I'm literally four inches taller, no joke. It happened last year, my mum woke me up on my birthday, and I was to her neck, next thing you know I'm at her eye brows, in two minutes! So, good luck to me, yay!
