I already regret my last post, but I won’t delete it. I do feel that way sometimes, but I also love my family, pets, and friends. I appreciate everyone so much. I love being loved by them. Being needed. I’m just…so confused about everything right now. I don’t know how to be.


I’ve found myself envying men lately; the ease in which they move through the world. How nice to wake up and not have to spend an hour getting ready to face the world. No hair and makeup worries. Mostly just get up and go. Of course, I realize that I also don’t have to do those things either, but it’s like I just can’t stop myself. The idea of being so exposed is too much to bear; and, honestly, my own reproach is what I fear the most. I can’t stand to see my naked face in the mirror. I want to love it, and sometimes I do, but mostly I feel disgust.

Isn’t that a terrible way to live? So silly, too. Why can’t I give myself the grace I give others?

I also find myself resentful of demands upon my time. I need a certain amount of alone time, and it’s more than most people seem to need. I need time to nap. Time with my books. I even resent the animals constantly pawing at me. I just need some quiet. I need peace. I need to pull into myself and just be for a while.

D says there’s something about me that draws people/creatures to my presence. I find it ironic that the “popular” girl just wants to be left alone.

It’s nice to write here like this again. I want to leave this here, and in a couple of hours, I’ll put on my armor and go out to be a person again.


We went up a party our friends were hosting at their neighborhood bar. It was surprisingly swanky. I was quite impressed. There was a mix of LS and non-LS people, and it was very well attended. (I didn’t realize tickets were available on Eventbrite). We hung with lots of old friends, and made some new ones. We got home very late (4:30 ish after trying and failing to find an all night diner) and so we are both exhausted today. That’s why we’re in bed before 10:30 pm on a Saturday night.

Oh and my dress was a fucking dream. I’m in love with it.

It’s covered in little gold stars and moons. I need an excuse to wear it again soon. I actually felt really pretty, and the party ended up being an unexpected confidence boost. I’ve still got it, baby. ♥️