My journey has been an interesting pipeline of thinking I'm bisexual because "everyones pretty!", then doing the same with lesbianism, then realizing that oh, y'all were just aesthetically pleasing. I have no interest in anyone sexually. I also have no interest in romance, other than to lament could'ves and what-ifs at the idea of trusting another human enough to be embraced by them.
With my sexuality/gender, I got the triple A grade. Aroace, anorgasmic, and agender. Woohoo!
I don't know. Things are going "better", but I'm kinda irritable for some reason. Like the "better" isn't coming fast enough.