The day i posted this marks the 27th anniversary of my arrival into this world as someone i'm not. Even though i'm slowly yet surely transitioning, my being trans isn't entirely the source of my misery.
It's 10:27 am as i typed this up (ain't that something? 10:
27 and I'm now 27. *small smile*). So far i've spent much of the day crying my eyes out all while trying not to let my mum hear me. I done gave myself a massive headache. My head is pounding right now. I stopped crying minutes ago though. The wristband of my nightshirt was so wet from all the tears and nasal fluids i'm actually surprised it's dry now. I actually have two cakes this year because my mum wasn't sure if i wanted lemon or vanilla (i like both). I can't eat two cakes at once and i can't let them remain in the fridge for too long or they'll rot.
I only have 19 Facebook friends, most of whom are men who just added me because they thought i was cute or something and therefore i don't even know them. Anyway, no birthday messages on Facebook yet even though i hardly ever get status comments or birthday messages on Facebook anyway, even from the people i do know or am friends with in real life.
I keep getting these intrusive thoughts of doing horrible things i'd never do and i can't even bring myself to name them, but i will say even though i don't want to kill myself i think about it. The thought of me putting a loaded gun to my temple and pulling the trigger is triggering. Sorry if that triggered anyone else.
I'm tired of telling my friend i'm depressed or am contemplating suicide. I don't think she cares anymore anyway. Also, i even have visions of me calling 9-1-1 telling them i've seriously hurt or injured myself trying to kill myself but i can't fathom calling 9-1-1 about my own suicide attempt.
I'm hoping my life is short. I don't want to or feel like living a long life. I hope to be dead by 50, really by 40 or even my late 30s but i want my post-op years to be longer than my pre-op years and i also prefer my next life to be born a woman and live way longer than i lived this life.
Hey! At least since i can't actually
be younger, i can at least
look younger.
For one other thing though, I love being a Virgo and I love the month of September and I love the fall season. September is my end-of-summer-beginning-of-fall-celebration month but birthdays are so freakin' painful.

My 2012 birthday was my absolute worse birthday.
I miss my youth and am feeling like i'm slowly losing it. I miss my childhood and so many memories from my childhood are causing me to cry again. I was hoping to complete my transition while i'm still young. I'm in my late 20s now and still live with my mom, not done transitioning yet. *sighs, on the verge of tears again*