I don't know. I thought I would have the right words. Knowing they were in a safe place and I had nothing to hide. Anonymity sounded blissful. I don't remember the last time a page blinked at me like this one is. I am ZeeJay here. I like it because it does not pin me one way or another, genderwise. Because if it did, either way I don't think it would fit. I cut all of my hair off. I changed the way I was dressing. It felt like I took off layers to myself. Then it started to feel like I peeled off a character. I feel so disconnected from Her. Uninterested in all of the things She was... Like right now, We need to establish ZeeJay* for whoever they are before worrying about Her. Does that make any sense? Words are usually my art. But they just don't flow on this. I thought that I wanted to be rid of Her, that She wasn't real but a way to get to solid land before figuring that all out. But whenever I take permanence against Her, I feel remorse. Mmm. Here is my nonsense into. I am ZeeJay. 24 years. They.
Hi ZeeJay! I liked how you expressed that. I'm still struggling with putting it into words. Thank you, and welcome!
