Trans Journey Day 120: Meh-ness continues but I waxed my under-forearms because trans anger hits weird. It’s a thing.

Yesterday, I had a mild existential crisis:

What is the purpose of living?

Even if I have an impact, it won’t matter ‘in the end’.

Nothing I do matters.

Today, I’m having a

there’s-a-hole-in-my-Fuck-It-bucket-because-I-stabbed-the-shit-out-of-it-and-now-I-have-zero-fucks-except-this-one-big-fuck-I-saved-just-for-me-for-whatever-the-hell-I-want-once-I-work-out-what-that-is

kinda day.

Anyway, the hair on the underside of my forearms pissed me off, so I killed it dead, ripped it right out at the roots.

So that’s my day. How bout yours?

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