Elizabeth

Sometimes I still read stories of the type I read when I was trying to survive and cope. They usually just leave me feeling hollow inside now. Tonight was no different. I do hope the lead character has a good ending, although I know the genre well enough to know that's rare at best, and the author in particular is iffy.

Tonight's left me with a visit from the brain weasels about why I transitioned. I'm happier, I have friends, I like my clothes. But did... did I do it for the 'right' reasons? Did I just want to be pretty and popular? The silly thing about this line of thought is that I transitioned because I'm a girl, and the other things* are just bonuses of not hiding who I am anymore.

Just a bunch of nonsense that my brain fires off every now and then

*if anyone thinks this is me saying I'm pretty, please note, I will flatly deny it if questioned about it

2 days in to break and all my mind can cycle on is 'what am I even doing' =/

Such a fun brain I have

Brain weasels are working overtime tonight =/, not enough to distract them, and learning that Florida is going to be fucking cold the first few days of my trip at least is hitting me weirdly hard, I want to wear my cute dresses! I don't have appropriate tights and clothing shopping is like my least favorite activity and bound to induce tears under the best circumstances and this is NOT the best circumstances...