She hesitated to even start. A folder in her Notes app called “Writing” laid in her hands. Empty, totally empty. A nervousness stirred in her stomach. Why attempt and get disappointed? There were so many false starts, so many hopes, and with them so many interruptions that seemed to smash it all to pieces. It was only four months since she realized she was trans, that she was a girl, and it seemed both an eternity since that point and a direct cut to the present moment. Time was weird, she often thought. But habit had taught her.