Since my last semester ended and the subsequent isolation of my hometown and parent's house, quite a bit has happened.
Some of it I don't feel like talking much about.
Summary: I got rather drunk xmas day and told my neighbor about the hormones (as open as I am when I drink) which led to threatened blackmail and subsequent weeks of paranoia.
I had a psychological split which makes me a we, two voices, different facets of my personality. The arguing that took place during the first split period ( about a week) lead to me going off hormones. It was a nasty fight. It has also led me to get a therapist (something the modes decided was best, and I, as singular agree).
I finished all my graduate applications, came back to school, and am now looking forward to a visit from my SO.
The rest is messy and rather irrelevant. And suck. And isolation.
I hate that house.
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