13:38.
I haven’t had a journal in far too long. But Ralph (my therapist) said it would be good to keep one again. He said I should properly introduce myself in it, as well. I think it’s rather silly to do that. It’s not like I’m planning to let anyone read this. But apparently it’s more for me to get to know myself better. I think that’s dumb. I know myself well enough. I mean, I’m stuck with myself 24/7.
But I guess I ought to introduce myself. First I’ll say that if you’re not me and I’m still alive, don’t fuckin read my journal. That’s incredibly disrespectful. But I guess I can’t stop you. Just know you’ll have to live with the knowledge of invading someone else’s privacy. But if I’m dead you can go ahead and read. I’ll be dead so I won’t know.
Anyways. Introduction time. The name’s Boris. Don’t call me Bo. I don’t like that. I’ve existed for 21 years and a few months. I turned 21 back in February. I was born on the 28th of February. Thankfully not on Valentine’s day. That would’ve sucked.
I’m a dude. A dude that gets periods. But a dude nonetheless. I have one and two thirds of a leg. My right leg was amputated a bit below the knee. We had a dragon problem back when I was a kid and, well, I lost a third of my leg. Looking back on it, I’m a bit disappointed that I can’t tell people that a dragon bit it off. Instead it just got severely damaged and had to be chopped off (professionally, in a hospital).
I have three parents. Two moms and a dad. No, there wasn’t a divorce of some kind. They’re in a poly relationship. It was great when I was a kid because my moms always ganged up on my dad when he scolded us kids.
I also have two siblings. My older sister, Claudia, is my one mom’s daughter from her previous relationship. And our little brother is probably my half brother. We never got told which mom popped us out. But I can take a guess since I came out 100% human and Liam came out half-human-half-devil. And, well, we have a devil mom and a human mom (and a human dad). But even if we’ve figured it out we don’t really care. Our moms are our moms.
Uh, I own a bookstore. When my gran died my grandad wanted to sell her shop. But I said I’d take over. I never really had a plan in life and, well, the bookstore was a great start. Plus, the building’s mortgage is completely paid off and I have my own (rather huge) apartment on the top two floors. The ground floor is the bookstore.
It’s a rather cozy place. Even though it’s in the city, the area where I live is quite calm and we have little traffic around here. Well, we are rather close to the outskirts of the city so it’s not too surprising. We do tend to have some wildlife problems every other month but it’s bearable. Thankfully we don’t really have any dragons in the area. It’s not weird to see a herd of deer pass by the shop. They’re rather friendly creatures.
On the topic of creatures. I own a catgon (cat-dragon). Her name’s Fiela. She’s abnormally big for her breed but that’s alright. I mean, she’s cat sized... but bigger. Her wings are much too small for her to be able to fly though. Which is a relief. Her cat part is just a cat?? But her dragon part is from a forest subspecies. Thankfully she can’t breathe fire. But she does love plants a lot. My apartment is filled with plants. I barely know shit about plants but thanks to her being around they seem to stay alive.
Fiela used to be my gran’s. But since my gran passed and my grandad didn’t really want to keep her either, I ended up taking her in, too.
Anyways. I think that’s enough of an introduction. I’m tired and would like to go to sleep. Yes, it’s barely even 2PM… but I stayed up all night and would like to take a nap now.
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