I still can’t shake the feeling that every person who knows is one more person who could use my truth to hurt me. It’s not as bad as it was, though. Now there’s another feeling like I’m one person closer to being… something. Happier? I can actually start to picture myself dating someone without looking over my shoulder the whole time or sabotaging myself.
Fuck that started turning into an essay.
There’s a lot I want to do before the world ends too.