Thursday

Had my barber/hairdresser appointment. She is lovely and she cares about giving her best. Also we had a nice chat about hair and life in general. At one point I asked how old she thinks I am. She guessed 26 when I am 30 (sadly). It's nice to look a bit younger however not that long ago I would get asked for an ID when buying energy drinks. FOMO.
Trichologist, vitamins, medicine and electrolysis. Half of my monthly salary is gone. In one day. I appreciate the progress but financially it's crazy and depressing.
On the bus back home I was wondering if I'm actually a man but just confused. In my mind I called myself a man. It felt weird, a bit disgusting and sad. This part is the worst. Not knowing and being confused is killing me.