
I am good enough.
But I don’t have to drown like that. I can release the grip on my own throat. I can instead be kind to myself, give myself grace, and realize that I am not perfect, that I am good enough.
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I’m just coping
“This feels like mental illness.” I’m sure I’ve said to my roommate before. Double fisting gacha games: one on my phone, and one on the TV. When it happens, I know it feels off, but it preoccupies my brain. Gives me something to do. Drowns out the noise.

On dating cis men: A femininity of frustration
I can be insecure, feel all my feelings, focus on myself, and be frustrated that the world, that cis men, continue to harm and take advantage of me. All these things can be true, and I can be feminine and I can be angry.


Loving Japan, missing home
Would it be so much better elsewhere? Maybe. Would I be happier there? I don’t know.