Feeling some kind of way as my birthday approaches
I really try not to freak out over the fact that I'm getting closer to 30. Which I know is ridiculous, it's not like some doomsday clock ticking over my head.
Part of me is angry that I didn't transition sooner and get to enjoy being young and hot for long. People seem to take a lot of joy in bringing up twink death and I know I'm approaching that stage. I have a hard time imagining myself in 10, 20, 30 years. I know that nothing has to change, really, I'll be the same just look older. I know aging is supposed to be a gift but that's hard to accept when I didn't think or particularly want to even make it this far, and even now it's a struggle to believe that life's worth living. But that's a separate issue that goes a lot deeper than petty vanity.
I'm sorry for insulting readers of this post who are older than me. I know it's not the end of the world, and I probably sound extremely immature and shallow for worrying this much. I'm just mourning because I knew I was attractive looking before I transitioned (and having to give that up was a whole journey I'm still grappling with), but this is the first time in my life that I actually feel like me and I just wish I had more time.