I feel like such a failure for figuring out I'm #trans so late, for realizing my engagement was wrong so late, for graduating college so late. I'm 28. I'm not a late bloomer. I'm just too late.
I hate what a hypocrite this makes me. I celebrate other trans women surviving so much. And here I am shitting on my own existence.
Long story short, reading a trans woman's cool blog about her cool job and neat history of working hard to medically transition isn't always good for self esteem.
Anyway, the real problem here is that the Starbucks lady clearly gave me caffeine at 8PM when I asked for decaf.