It's frustrating how I'll believe you when you claim I've done things that I had no recollection of, but the moment I try to do it to you, you dismiss me or won't believe me. You said yourself you have a terrible concept of time, so don't try to use excuses like "I haven't *this* in a month." You also have memory as fucky and screwy as mine, so I don't understand how you can be so fucking obstinate in not believing me on these things. You repeat yourself a lot more than you think. We have hung out in August more than you think, so none of that bullshit. It's frustrating how you almost always can never be wrong, you can't just back down and think upon what I'm saying and think there's actual truth to it.
Journal entries from those teeny years to my now young adult self. Nonbinary and in a functionally dysfunctional family. I'll talk about mental health and LGBT+ problems a lot. I WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW: WE'RE NOT ALONE. I tried to write word-for-word what I had written, but being dyslexic, I have terrible handwriting. There will be many typos, but that is because I write/type my journal entries rather quickly.
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