I cried for about an hour this morning when I made the last entry in my diary. It hurts, and I'm crying again. I want this all to end and it doesn't. There's no out, and even if the road to my future is laying ahead of me, there's so much in my way. And now this loss of one the one place I could say anything, and put words in an order that made sense is gone.
I was on top of the world the last three weeks and so much of life was good. Now I may as well be dead. I feel dead already. I know this will pass, and I'm not going to kill myself, but when can it get better. It's like JoAnn doesn't want me to transition, but she keeps saying she'll support me until she feels I have to leave. Maybe it's time to go anyway. Otherwise I might take that last step and dissapear forever. It would solve a lot of problems, and help everyone else. Oh, this is just a stupid musing of my mind, so dont worry. I have to get it out.
We're headed to Las Vegas to visit a bunch of good friends this morning, and I'll be offline in about an hour. I may not be ....... This is going to be the longest ten hour drive of my life. I don't know what to say to JoAnn, or if she should even her hear about the pain I feel. And I'm leaving everything that is me at home, and only taking boy things. The clear polish is off my nails, the clothes are folded and put away, and I'll start new again next week. Maybe.
I don't know what I want. I'm sad, hurt, depressed, and can't stop crying.
Kathy