I'm trans.

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.