I confess the following:
- I talk too much, to everyone...sometimes I want to be a person of fewer words.
- I am afraid I will never experience finding true love, that I will die alone. Nothing is sadder or scarier to me. Nothing.
- I tend to care too much for people and then get hurt when I get let down.
- I am secretly saddened when people refer to me in male pronouns even though I'm not full time and am presenting as male all the time. I don't expect anything different and by laughing at it, it's supposed to make me feel better. It doesn't.
- I have no earthly idea what I am going to do for income when I run out of money.
- I am really happy with my life and no matter how bad things get, I truly think I'll always have that optimism. I used to think that was just a phase, but almost a year of hard questions/answers and facing myself and I think it's different not having this HEAVY weight on me all the time. We'll see what the future brings, but for now, everything is alright

Meghan