This is the closest I’ve felt to death. I’ve tried selling some of my things under the guise of just wanting some extra cash, but I want to get rid of the things important to me before I die.

Still kinda coming to terms with the idea that I could pass even better than I do if I put more effort into certain things. I’m already able to pass at work, to the general cis people (I assume,) but I want it to be iron tight, you know?

Fantasies are the only thing keeping me going. Quite frequently I think of overdosing on my medication and going to sleep, hopeful that I don’t wake up.

Retail therapy is all nice and good until you ruin your credit score thinking that you're going to kill yourself soon so it doesn't matter lmao

I like this because I’m gonna, like, present the more unabashed version of myself so, like, maybe be even more honest about shit

I painted my nails last night and one of them broke at work this morning. I’m thinking of killing myself again because like what’s the point lmao