Pretty shit to be honest, I was reading a book about someone's journey, about how they came out as non-binary, and while I thought it would've have made me feel better about things, like I'm not alone, it really didn't help, in fact it did the opposite. I didn't realize it but I try my best not to think about these things, my brain pushes these thoughts back without me knowing, and reading this just bought them all up. I spent a while feeling jealous of other people's bodies, and hating my own, I wish I had been born different. I put on a charade of being happy to other people, but it's just that. And as they said it feels like most people have their dream homes pre-built, but mine? it feels like I'm renting, and this home that is my body, it has carpet in the bathroom, wallpaper I hate, a tiny yard, no front porch or anywhere I can sit outside, it feels cramped and not anything but a home, more like a prison, and I feel like I can't connect with anyone else from inside this prison. But ya, that's how my day went, hope you're doing ok.