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i don’t blame anyone for not really knowing me well. the first while of them knowing me, i still hadn’t been medicated. that, and i told myself i couldn’t be open with most of them.

i’m glad for the supports i’ve had. the trip where i got my chest binder made a large impact on my future, and just being able to talk to someone about myself without worry was like a weight being lifted.

i’ll miss talking in the teen health room, i’ll miss wood carving burning and all sorts of woodwork, and i’ll miss playing D&D with such a diverse group.

a part of me feels odd, maybe disappointed. and even empty. in just a few months i’ll be living further away from my family than ever before, and while i’m going to be glad to have a new freedom of expression, it’s still going to be a terrifying change. i’ll miss making my own food, getting to be able to have things how i like them. but i hope i can find people a little more like myself, who wouldn’t judge as much over what i enjoy.