No one even tries to get my pronouns right or try to remember the name I Identify with.
It's always 'Beth!' 'Hey Beth!' 'She's upstairs.' 'Her charger Is by the chair.'
I've snapped.
I'm so done.
Here I am, sitting In the garden while It's dark, wearing a flower crown and a 'pug life' shirt while listening to Green Day and crying.
Well arn't I perfectly-bloody-fine?
Goddamnit It's getting cold.
I think this Is my new low.
This Is the worst I've ever felt.
I'm sorry, I just feel like all I've become Is for a lost cause, because how can I be happy with myself when I can't be myself at all.
I might not update for a while because all you'll get Is depressing stuff to read.
Sebby Out.
