Writing down a list of things to complete today, along with organizing and cleaning. Just having that list written makes it that much more of a task I feel I need to get done. Deadlines are a motivation. 

I feel really drained, and my tonsils are swollen from breathing in the chemicals I used for hours trying to get the work place cleaned for Tuesday. I have yet to tell everyone that I start therapy soon and am putting in my two week notice here soon. Gender therapy that is. I am so excited. I can’t tell you how uplifting it feels to know that there are people out there who can offer listening ears along with understanding and the correct guidance to something to which I have dealt with my entire life. I don’t expect people to hop on board with my changes. Of course that’d be a nice reality to wake up to, wouldn’t it? I will lose some of the people to whom Iv’e stuck to and looked up to for many years of my life. It will hurt. But, I will not over compromise my happiness for another’s content anymore. It’s time I feed myself that happiness. 

"Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a while."

Fucking depressed.