It’s 5 am. I’m eating count chocula in my underwear and feeling bad about everything.
Im sure most of my followers on here are at least peripherally aware of a page I help moderate called transhousingnetwork because I reblog posts from there often.
It is a page where trans people who are in need of shelter (most often temporary, emergency shelter) but who are…
I suddenly started crying and it felt ok. After feeling so numb it was nice to feel something. Even if it’s despair and hopelessness I guess
everything is weird and bad right now because my anhedonia is so pronounced. also i’m pretty sure i’ve been rejected so that’s cool. i feel bummed because i recognize the rejection but i also feel nothing.
Too many creepy dudes at the front, but these babes rocked hard as usual and played “Devil House” for me (almost got them to play “Red Kross” for encore but some fuckboys kept shouting “ramones cover!!)
i’m seeing Shonen Knife at an anime convention tomorrow
and 1D in less than 5 days
(and maaaybe King Tuff the next night, but i’m not sure).
i am not prepared and not sure what to wear.