The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2

The Great Gatsby

"I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Great Gatsby

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Hey guys.

Firstly, I just want to apologize about the past few days. Shits just been dragging me down a little but like always I'm slowly pulling myself back to my feet. I appreciate all the nice comments, and I'm sorry I didn't reply. I didn't feel like I'd say the right things.

Anyway, on to the point.

We recently started reading the Great Gatsby in my English class, and let me tell you that yes, it is quite amazing. The way the writing is reminds me a lot of my own style, which is crazy, because I'm not a good writer, and yet this amazing writer's style in such a famous book is similar to mine. It's a very pretty way of doing things, and there's a lot of attention to little details, especially the colors and the characters. I really love it, because I'm big into description.

Though there's only one thing I have a hard time describing, and that's the color of Ronnie's eyes. But I'm sure it's not gonna want me to get into it so I'll refrain for its' sake.

Anyway.

So the quote at the top, that's a quote that was on one of my worksheets for this book, and I deeply connected with it. Everything in life interests me; stupid little things, things that get me wrapped up for hours and hours on end. And yet, these things are all I care about. The rest of my existence is a constant cycle. Struggle out of bed. Get up. Go to school. Come home. Procrastinate homework. Half-ass said homework two and a half hours later. Watch random useless shit. Go to work Friday Saturday and Sunday. Hardly see Ronnie. Wash rinse repeat.

It's a weird existence. I'm just fighting through it for now. I appreciate all of you supporting me through it though and I promise I'll try not to post horrifically depressing chapters through the end of this book. It's up to almost 85 chapters, and it'll end at 100.

I'm still undecided as to whether I should do another journal. We'll see when we get there I suppose.

Well, I love you all very much.

Markie out. (demiboy)