I'm not entirely sure how long I've been away. What I do know is that, during my absence, I've come out as a trans boy and have gotten a chest binder and a haircut.
I've also found out that this year, my birthday will be on a Friday the 13th.
Hella.
For some reason, something inside me feels like it did last summer. This is clearly troublesome, as demonstrated by what I posted not long after the death of Cory Monteith.
I don't know if it's the weather, or whatever, but I've got an old playlist on repeat and it's not doing much to improve my overall mood.
Although, it's ironic, because yesterday, everything felt better.
And now, it feels like I'm reverting.
I don't know, it's probably just the weather.
In other news, I have a Cats poster in my room now. For those of you who don't know, Cats is a musical.
I love musicals more than I love life.
I'm not sure if it started with Hairspray or with Grease, but musicals have slowly taken over my life. It's not a day until I've listened to/sang at least one show tune.
But yeah, I'm a trans boy.
If you have a problem with that, stay off my blog.
