Once again life is unsatisfying. I keep moving forward, gender dysphoria stalking me all the while. All I can do is try to stay ahead.

Once again it's caught up and I am aware of all flaws. A mirror is my mortal enemy for the time.
I need to pick up the pace to get free of these chains that are being wrapped around me.

Time to venture out into the world. Makeup will be my next advance. Moving me forward to the endgoal.
Flat ironed hair and the constant need to be more feminine.

It's a curse