I'm turning a bit... nostalgic. But also for a childhood I didn't have. Both at the same time, I guess.
I'm missing how simple and spontaneous everything felt when I was younger, back before things got complicated in my life and before I developed the capacity (or will) to think about the future properly.
At the same time, I'm also feeling pretty sad I didn't get to grow up as a girl. Not unusual in trans people I gather, but still.
Makes me hope that after death you get to do it all again, just with some changes you can decide on. Don't think that's how it'll go but y'know, it'd be nice.
youth was stolen by autism, adulthood was stolen by the economy.
I wouldn't do it again, in fact yall won't let me leave early.