It's been months since my last blog. I don't have any good news, other than the fact I've finally been able to hang out with some IRL friends I've been missing yesterday.

It's been 10 months since I had to move to my aunt's house. The apartment complex I'd applied to move to is jerking me around. I don't have a job, nor have I really had one since I moved out to Lockport. Tensions are getting pretty high at the house regarding my stay, as far as I'm concerned. In about a month and a couple days, it'll be the one-year anniversary of my coming out as a trans woman, but I'm no closer to transition than I was. Feeling kink-shamed, humiliated and/or guilty by my own mind about my specific vore preferences, and haven't been inspired to draw anything for a while.

Wishing I could just get on with my life, but nothing's happening. As such, I'm beginning to fall apart. I wish I could move back to Erie County, but my nosy grandma practically forbids it, thinking I'd just move in with my folks again before long. Wishing I didn't have to feel ashamed about my own goddamn fetishes and the nuances of such, but I am. Wishing I could just get a job, but no one's hiring my ass no matter how many applications I fill out. Wish I could get the okay for HRT and a place to live where I'm not mooching off my aunt, but I'm getting jerked around as usual.

Fuck me.