Oh, and I’m passing for a boy now, as long as I don’t open my mouth. Fuck yeah. My brother’s friends call me Matt. Fuck yeah.
I finished my research paper.
I talked to a counselor about a LGBT support group.
I took my pill today.
My grandma hasn’t called up yet to drag my ass back to her house to rot in a pious censored environment.
For the first time in 14 years on this cracked polluted smelly grey earth, I’m myself.
If you think about it, everything on this earth is essentially shit, or at least some form of shit.
FUCK YEAH. SHOUT IT. 4 more years and I’m free and gone.
I’ve got to admit, that psyche ward doctor was right. There would be a time when I’d feel true ecstasy. I remember him saying those words back in September. I stared at him, laughing, crying, itching in those red hospital scrubs. Only thing I was wondering about then was why the hell I didn’t swallow more pills. Why the hell I didn’t listen to my alarm clock and slit my existence.
Now I’m happy. I probably won’t be happy in a few days, but that’s all right too.
I’m a mediocre blip on this earth and I’M FUCKING PROUD OF IT!!!!!!!
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LIFE IS A HIGHWAY
Sorry, I’m hyper
Good luck to you wonderful, miserable people. Sorry you’re struggling.