March came with everything I wanted and boom the sad days kicked in. Everyday became a torture. I was filled with rage. This gender has hurt me too much. Trying hard to celebrate my wins without this deep pang of regret: Like how did I get here? Now let me leave my healing for another day. There’s a friend, we talked but we weren’t so close. 15th April was our last interaction. Why did I feel she didn’t wish me…
