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The last few weeks have been...interesting, I guess is the only word I can really use to describe them. Got an apartment, so that's a win. Got a job. Another win. But I haven't had a fucking decent night's sleep in just about a month. When does these dream things stop?

Last weekend I flew over to London with my brother, Whitley, so that I could place him in the care of my Great Aunt Rosemary. She's another renegade of the family, one that my father only accepted because of her money and connections.

It was nice to get a chance to see her again. The last time we visited I was too young and too sheltered to understand the subtleties of how the rest of my family treated her, or why someone who was Asian wouldn't be welcome in our rich white republican family. Now we get to be outcasts together. She congratulated me on what I've done so far with the company, and told me how brave I was for coming out. I think... she'll be a good ally in all of this. Though I'm mainly just glad that she agreed to be Whitley's guardian. That was a role I was definitely not prepared to take on on my own.

He is definitely going to be a handful for her, but I think that she is also going to be a handful for him. Hopefully he'll learn how not to become our father before it's too late.

The best way to get people to leave me alone on campus is to listen to something on my phone. I could listen to spotify, but there’s something much more satisfying about the look on people’s faces when I tell them that I’m binging a true crime podcast because I want to learn about the different things people have done to hurt each other. To see what the common denominators would be. If there even are any. Today I was sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch and doing one of my readings with my headphones on and the episode I was listening to started talking about how this guy got sentenced for beating another man to death while drunk and somehow was making and drinking vodka in his prison cell, but none of the prison officials figured out that he was until it was time for him to be eligible for parole. And I just have to ask - how does a prison not realize that one of their prisoners is drinking? Like what is going on that you don’t realize that the guy has vodka breath all the time?