in 2023, my life... kinda stopped. i had very few friends, none in person. i had tried to end my life late in may, and i nearly just... let myself rot, in august. until late in the year, when november hit. i regained a few friends: lizzie, ash, kats, and rayne. i was brought to an event. i turned 14. i regained some joy. i lost maria in august, regained her friendship the next january. i live in fear that transphobic legislature will pass in wisconsin, and ill be trapped sad and alone and in a body thats not me. i fear that trump will win the election. i fear that hell manage what he says he wants to against trans folks. i fear that ill be hurt. i fear that ill be killed. i do not feel safe. the united states is in the early stages of a genocide against trans people. i am scared it will go further.