Hey guys.
It's almost Christmas. Literally, it's like, two days away. That hasn't really sunken in yet. Neither has the fact that I am finally on break.
But what am I doing? Sitting here, being sick, and worrying. Always worrying. Also feeling dysphoric. But worrying. And stressing.
*blows nose for five minutes before continuing*
All I really want for Christmas is to be able to meet you and be with friends. Not my family, not with anyone else but you guys. You all make me so happy, and I wish I could send all of you each individually wrapped presents, even if you don't celebrate Christmas.
I love you guys a lot, ok?
Love Grey
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The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2
RandomIt's here for me to rant and you to learn again. A continuation of my previous journal, which just had too many chapters.
