I have a Trans daughter son, a son that is poly, an uncle that loves kids, a mother that is a lesbian, a gay nephew, my uncle is my baby daddy, I never knew my father but certainly, the only thing that makes sense is that it was a person with a "male" looking part and my mother being naiive, fell for its rainbow hat and buck teeth and walah! Here I am and I'm fabulous! And she didn't even know it was a "man" or whatever, she just jumped on the ride because of that snazzy rainbow hat. Anyway my aunt is a nu*d**t and she likes me to be one too when I go to her house. Oh, and my God mother is Lady Gaga, if that tells you anything. #lgtbq#Disney#pedos#gay#poly#nudist#mom#dad#uncle#auntie#brother#kid#son#nogendersallowed#fabulous#daughter#transgender#antigender#antistraight#antikindness
I wish I had spoke truth since the beginning. I lied to my myself someday, I lied that everything's fine, Nothing will happen... But it creeped me out when I found myself in the dark.
I wish I knew how to deal with anxiety, I’m a victim of self doubt, and that’s not good at all. I feel judged every single moment, that takes the breath outta me coz most of the moment I realise how I have spoiled all the stuff in my life. Right now, I don’t know if I’m worthy of living or not. I see myself in the mirror everyday to promise myself that this day would be a better one . everyday is good, but how my mind simulates for the worst,, I just,,, don’t know, I’m trying best to get out of it. But cannot, . at this time, i’m nothing.. neither a good student, nor a nerd , nor a lover, nor good daughter,.. I’m just most extra thing that people have got in their life. I always have been slave of the devils inside my own.. I don’t feel like living.. somehow humiliation scares me, my mind thinks all of worst I can have,, and unfortunately, I get the worse somehow.. I always feel a line between me and humans, either I had to change myself or act like all okay,, or they just leave me somehow.. It really feels awkward when people put the beauty of my heart aside.. they don’t respect it at all. Why,, humans are like this?? aren’t they supposed to live happily with flaws of their own and others? I don’t feeel like sharing anything with them, I know , they would complain about how dramatic I’m .. but, I swear I’m not…. I’m a grown up creature, but I don’t wanna act like grown up,,, coz I have been actinh grown up since my childhood,, I’m fed up of All good , all cool, all mature personality.. I wanna breath with my flaws in rest, I wanna be a child for a life,, please don’t try to make me understand something, dude! I know it better than you … I just don’t wanna act like that…. that’s it….
azazelYour work is deep and lovely in that way☺. But i would say one thing. if find yourself asking whether you deserve to be alive, ask your self this. Who answers? Who gets to decide? Hopefully that helps some it helps me. And one last thing! Ive went through some of your work and I think you have a beautiful soul!!
Story of my life . Part .4. -- My preschool days were really good. They were good because I was a kid and a person who would be happy for even a little thing. Never did I ever think of of how I will be in my life after my preschool. ( What an idea of an 4 year old thinking about life after L.k.g) And that did make my middle school a little hard I guess. The funny thing is I was going to a school where my mom was already a teacher. And the thing more funnier than this is I was such a cry baby at my first week at school. Just don't ask me . I would be crying because I would miss my mom. Even though she right next to my class. And the irony is that I never once complained when I was in preschool . Far away from my mom. But then here I was. Crying a river when I was in the same school as her. I would laugh every time I hear someone sharing their school experiences . But then slowly I started to evolve from a river to a human baby. I stopped crying but didn't stop complaining to go back to preschool. I guess I liked preschool better. I was a really quiet person than I am right now. I wouldn't participate in any competitions ever. I hated everyone there including my mother who would ask me to participate. I never made friends in 1st grade but i was okay in second grade.
That's how my 1st grade went ..
4th part ✔️
I forgot I wrote this series. Sorry for the late update on this.