I was feeling super anxious when I woke up this morning so I hitched a ride with my dad who was driving my mom to the gym and got him to drop me off at the mall so I could have hot cinnamon mini-doughnuts for breakfast, and now I'm reading Gabe Saporta/Pete Wentz fic and writing transgender fic for a fandom that doesn't have any trans fic.

When I finally get a therapist I think they'll find my coping mechanisms confusing.