So today/tonight I was flipping out over my gender identity issues and crying and everything like that. And its like 6am over here and I can't sleep because its keeping me awake(as well as my injured shoulder.) So I go to the hall cabinet and I'm about to grab some tylenol when an idea hits me.
I walk into the bathroom, which is right next to the cabinet and I start going through the drawers, hoping my father shaves there. Bingo! I find his shaving stuff... and I don't know why, but I decided I needed to shave. Never shaved my face before, except for that one time when I was 12 but that was just the upper lip, anyway... I put on the shaving cream and at first it was just going to be my upper lip and my chin, but it was so relaxing and it calmed me down so much that I just tried to do the rest. Unfortunately when I was done, I realized I had missed some spots... but I have blonde hair and its hard enough as is with peach fuzz. Razor burn isn't that bad either, and I have sensitive skin.
... I love shaving. Although I'm a bit worried my parents will 'smell' it even though they're cool with the transgender stuff.