DATE: February 14, 2025

I was laying on my bed alongside my father. We were talking about something else, but I don't remember what. I told him that I wanted to go on HRT, and implied that I was transgender. Immediatley, my dad wanted to be as supportive as possible, so he contacted a doctor to see what could happen. The doctor approved our request, without any interrogation, but he explained, in a villainous way, that it would take 5 years until they could have it for me (his explanation was much more complicated). I took it like a brick wall, I've seen Philosophy Tube's video, but my dad was deviastated. I tried to calm him down. He left, but only temporarily. The room we ended up in was all beige, like a fancy hospital waiting room, but the room was open, and there was a kitchen area, bookshelves, and a large flatscreen TV. Somehow the energy was sportsbaresque, and I kind of hung out with people I tangentially knew. I really just liked the food. After the party was over, I had to pack up a lot of stuff alone. I kept finding pokemon figurines.