My former best friend
is transphobic
or an asshole.
Doesn't matter.
I’m all alone now.
I don’t have any other friends.
It’s complicated.
The ones that
never let me down
are just not here anymore.
My mother once told me
she’s wanted to kill herself
because she thinks
she has to have raised me wrong
for me to "turn out this way".
I'm miserable when
I look in the mirror
and there's nothing
I can do about it.
Not here.
Not now.
Ever? Maybe.
I’ll just wait
another 20 years.
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