Ignoring my family issues right now, I'm pretty happy. Somewheres between the new art supplies, the chocolate covered expresso beans, listening too Sweeney Todd for the billionth time this week, and the incredible boob-squisher I just made, I'm in a very good mood.

And when I say boob-squisher I mean flatter chest device. :3

And I'm fairly sure that I was meant to be male. And I guess finally admitting this too myself feels pretty good too.

Oh, and not to mention the chocolate covered expresso beans. I really shouldn't be allowed near those things... EVER. They're amazing though.

Also, I'm between names right now, Devan would have been my name if I were born a boy, and I kind of like that, but I also like Avery and Chase. And then there's the name "Liam" which is closer to my real name, and not only that, but there's an MTF in a book I have who was originally named that, before he decided to go by "Luna". (Which is the name of the book by the way if you haven't heard of it.) And I dunno, I guess I find it ironic? Because I'm FTM?

Speaking of which, I need to go finish that book. Because I haven't and I really should.

Laters. :3

EDIT: Okay so I was all cheery then my cousins had to come over with their Y chromosones and testoterone and puberty and now I'm all grumpy again. XD Feeble no? I'm still in a good mood actually, just insanely jealous is all I feel left out because I'm not getting tall, muscular, and a lower voice. And I wish I would. DX; I want in on the testosterone! I guess I really was meant to be a boy. 0w0

I think I'm going to talk to my dad about seeing a therapist... About the gender thing, you know?