Lately, every time I shave I want to cry because I can't get rid of the shadow. This means I'm shaving less. This means I'm dressing up less. This means bad gender feelings.

I'm trying to schedule my first laser session within a few weeks, but I need to get another procedure first, and insurance is dragging its fucking feet and fighting me as usual. Why the fuck do I even give them money every month. Their one job is to pay for shit when I need it.