Writing was the only thing that made my parents not want me gone. They wanted a daughter. Not a son. I'm sorry I'm your son. And I'm sorry I can't be a real girl for you two. I'm sorry I have a dick. And I'm so sorry for causing you to pain. 
You don't see that looking at me. But now you know.

-not active anymore-
  • killing myself
  • JoinedJune 13, 2017