The honest writings of a twenty-eight year old that has experienced puberty not once, not twice, but three times (it’s a transgender reference for those that need a bit more explanation).
For the good of society
3:06am. My lock screen illuminates a photo of my husband and I holding hands. We eloped in August. 3:07am. A Google search, “2024 presidential results”. 3:08am. A different type of tears start streaming down my cheeks. They start as shock, then turn to anxious, then turn to anger. By 3:11am, I’m numb. Roll over, go back to bed.