It all started many years ago, in a cold night of December third. A child was born into the world. Crying loudly, and the mother was proud and happy along with the father proud and full of joy as the baby child was held. Weirdly enough, she was born tiny; the father held her with one hand. And soon the nurses took her away to check how she was and if there were no problems with her. Once they checked up on her, she seemed to be born premature and jaundice, and she was a bit under her weight, and tiny. She almost seemed like a tiny baby doll. But the child was born healthy and well. Soon she was ready to be taken home and ready to meet the world.
That baby is me. Hi, I'm Eli, or well, you'll know me as Asher. I'm currently a student in highschool, with many disorders. I'm a trans Non-binary masc-leaning to be specific. I'm a system of 7 (or more?), and I don't know much about life yet I do at the same time. I know that it's hard to live when you're going through many rough things in life. But hey, it'll get better. I promise.
This is my life story.
And I will try my best to live and see the end of it in a very long time from now hopefully.
Thank you for reading!