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Hi. I don't want to do this. But my doctor said I should if I don't want to go to therapy. So I figure I might as well. My name is Cracker Wilson. Yes, my first name is "Cracker." Not only is it the name of food, its apparently a slur. For what, I have no clue, I only overheard someone call it a slur. I really, really, hate it. And myself. I'm a police officer, have been for a year, and a trans man. Being an officer still freaks me out, especially since I'd rather be a detective. I tend to have anxiety attacks before I go to bed, which is fun. My Dad is actually the captain of the precinct. It makes it a tiny bit more comfortable despite the fact I'm always in my patrol car and not the office.

    Today was uneventful for me, which comes as a bit of a relief, but at the same time, I want to do my job. But here I am, sitting in my dingy apartment, writing in this stupid book. I used to do this when I was, what, 11? Of course, I dropped it by 12. It's childish. Immature. I don't want to be "immature." I guess I am, though. Not because of this book, but in general. I love being an officer and all, but it makes me see all the hate in the world. It makes me wonder why people do this. Is it a motivation involving feeding the mouths of your loved ones? Greed, which has seemed to consume my Uncle?

    Ah, my Uncle. I've only met him a couple of times. He's an asshole jerk, and he knows I used to be a girl, so he uses the wrong pronouns to hurt my feelings. He once told me I was only going to be a pretty face in a dress. He got to me back then, but I know if I ever face him again, I'll stand up to him. After all, I'm 20 now (21 in August!).

    I think I'll go to bed now.