Dear diary, I don't know if I'm actually trans, or I made all this shit up.
I need to give myself more time on this. On one hand, I liked having a shirt masquerading as breasts. And soon, I probably didn't like it anymore? My emotions started to go back to a cis-male direction, like I actually like being a man.
I don't even know if all of this really was a fad and if I'll have a repeat from previous year.
The magic is fading. I may not be that special. I may not be a woman.
I fucking hate life being this uncertain.