It's like the drive (which has got windows on it but no data thank god) corrupted or something, it's complete jibberish in there, don't how or when but I came back from visiting my grandma and it wasn't booting, got a win 10 cd in there and it told me something was wrong but it couldn't fix it or it went so wrong it couldn't fix it. So yeahhh I really don't want to pay anyone to fix it so I'm kinda boned rn
symptoms include: no ethernet (for some reason), windows boot manager didn't appear and it just hangs out for hours on a black screen, drive seems to be corrupted as shit, motherboard's lights acted weird. That's it but it's fucking everything up. I've moved my precious 2tb drive of pure information and old photos into the shitty puter temporarily to make backups, I'm praying it doesn't get corrupted, so much data..
also I've heard people in my city are capable of getting hrt over the counter without recipee for 8€... THIS THING THAT JUST HAPPENED THAT COULD'VE BEEN AVOIDED WILL NOW BE WITH ME UNTIL I GET AN EXPENSIVE SURGERY! I love my decision making and research skills so much I'm going to throw a party in their honour
if the talk doesn't go well I at least now know I can do it behind their backs, not like I want to but if things keep moving this fucking slow while my body prepares the coup de grace or whatever the fuck I might just have to, even if she agrees, I will curl up into a ball and die if another permanent unwanted change hits my very much finite existence
I *could* try to get an hrt recipee before even meeting the psychologist but I don't know if that'd go over well with my dad. And I need it NOW I needed it YESTERDAY, if my voice keeps getting deeper on its own and fucking up my progress I'm gonna end up under a bridge somewhere I can't take much more of my throat's shit
singing german songs in my best possible girl voice is how I got to my peak but now I can't seem to even get started with them, I slip up, I miss notes, I sound so out of tone and just bad I can't stand doing it because it pushes me further down. Not only that but my voice isn't as smooth as it was either it vibrates so much now it's like a guitar who's frets were never filed in 50 years I hate it so much
This will follow me to the grave or at least until I get hrt and can start being my own person. It is such a shit thought and yet I can't keep it from surfacing every now and then. I can't wait to be myself but it seems even farther away with every fucking day that goes by with squat being done about it...
to quote Elvis, 'A little less conversation, a little more action'