Therapy is a bitch NO MORE!

Well, Toni went and she’s have a splendid time. Of course, SHE’S getting better help than I because I “don’t know who I am yet.” *rolls eyes* Of course, I wasn’t told this, but still! I’m just not open with people because I still have this odd fear of getting jumped. O.o

But anyway! I went and I told her what I thought of her little “"male female spectrum” thing, and we put an emotion to an object, instead of the other way around. She got confused, it was funny. But it went a lot better this past time because I amazed her with my memory skills (which I have none of), but I thought that was pretty funny. I find a lot of things funny. But we talked about Sleepy Hallow, Egypt, windmills, trees, drums, music, photography, distractions, and after a whole bunch of stuff, tranny stuff! WOOH! lol. That’s where my uncanny ability to have my youngest memory at 5 or something and it being tranny related. O.o It’s true, though. So, now I get to have a war with my parents about how I need T because my mother and father are so anti hormones it’s annoying. Father being a doctor, I get that, but hopefully I can wheedle my way into getting them by the end of these appointments. :) And she also likes the fact I decided not to be stupid and get T off the street and talked to her instead. I was like, “Well, no shit. I’m not an idiot.”

Anyway, I know what I’m bringing for next week. Yes, I have what I want to bring planned.

See, I used to keep a journal of my daily shit and emotions called Davey. My middle name will be David. Hence the RxD (Rian David). I’m not sure why I chose Davey, and I always felt like it was talking back to me and was this very guyish type speak. Like, it made me sound like a priss. And eventually, if you were to read through it, my language would get more like his. And I remember being frustrated I couldn’t draw him. I like to draw little cartoony people. And it was driving me up the wall because I couldn’t give him a face because he felt close and real. (I sound like a crazy) And one day, I figured out why. Davey and I are one. He is me. I was like WHOA! So, I found out my inner self was slowly wheedling its way out. I’m glad it did. :)

ANYWAY, inside this journal (which I now hold no emotional attachment to due to the fact I figured it out) I drew these two pictures and I’m bringing them to therapy because they’re very…interesting.

And you, you very lucky reader, get to see them: (due to the fact every single page I wrote on has been torn and burned, these are the shitty ass photos I have. You can’t read the writing, and I don’t remember the words.)
   Fun, right?

That’s all I have for now.

RxD