miserabilia

Let's get the basic stuff out of the way first. My name is Amyas. You can also call me Felix (I prefer this, really, but it's too much work to update everything). My name used to be Bryony, Masha, Xena, Clementine. I've never had a name that I really liked. Not until Felix. The more static stuff; the things that don't change. I'm 20 years old. I'll turn 21 in May. I'm asexual, and extremely proud of that. I'm transgender, and aromantic as well.


(Speaking of identity and sexuality and orientation: resources for questioning readers will be linked at the bottom of this article. Click here to jump.)


I'm in my last semester of my associate's degree. I'm planning on moving further north for my master's in English. Money is quite a concern, so I'll have to pick up a job or babysitting gig for this summer, which is certainly a lot to think about. I still have lots of money saved up, obviously. I'm a planner by nature, so. I'm trying to cut back on some of my habits. I have this tendency to pick at scabs and open wounds on my body. Therapy has helped a lot with that. Honestly, I'd recommend it to anyone. It's cool to think deeper about yourself and why you do what you do and see how people perceive you. I also want to quit using some social media, though that will be a bigger challenge, as I talk to many of my friends on social media. Everything's a challenge. Life in itself is challenging, which sucks so bad sometimes. I don't know. This is just my thoughts on a website, and don't get me wrong, life can be beautiful. I've recently started waking up earlier so I can walk and train my dog. Today, January 11th, 2024, was an especially good walk. Perfect, really. I love my dog (her info can be found here, for those curious). I wanna do right by her and my family and my friends, so I guess life is life. Anyway. 20 years isn't that long, not in the long run, but it's certainly felt long. It's felt like a thousand wounds. I honestly can't wait to finally have my own life, as weird as that sounds, but I think you know what I mean anyway. Solitude. A place to navigate. More friends, more family, more joy. Another dog, maybe. For the future. I hope these thoughts brought you a little bit closer to me. Feel free to tell me about you in the chatroom, my Tumblr, or my Spacehey. I'll listen.


Resources

Naked, Covered in Ram's Blood, and Ready to Dance: One Person's Tale of 1977

Written & Edited By: Felix of Miserabilia

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