For those who don't know me I'm Sam. Almost anyone you talk to in real life will tell you that's not my real name because I live in NC which is known for being transphobic.
Oops I spoiled a later part of this entry.
I'm trans but I sure as fuck don't pass. I have rather noticeable tits and a feminine voice. I'm also a feminine person. I like short shorts and crop tops and makeup and nail polish but I can't wear any of that because if I do I'm "not really a boy" or "pretending to be trans for attention." I really wish that I could wear that shit without being called she and I wish my mom and sister called me Sam without saying the first half of the name Chloe and I wish that the people at my school would use he and I wish that the fucking cheeto running our country hadn't taken away bathroom rights for trans kids.
Now I'm crying.
Great.
I don't really care if anyone reads this.
I'm not in a good place mentally.
I'm sorry for being such a bad person to everyone
I'm sorry if I ever hurt you
I'm sorry for not keeping my grades up
I'm sorry for making people uncomfortable
I'm sorry for joking at times it's not appropriate to joke
I'm sorry that my depression and anxiety are so bad
I'm sorry for being a burden to everyone
I'm sorry for being alive
I'm sorry for existing
I'm sorry I break all my promises
I'm sorry I make people worry about me
I'm sorry I can't keep a conversation alive
I'm sorry I can't help anyone
I'm sorry for everything
I'm sorry.
~Sam Elliot
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This is me
RandomThis is my journal where I'm going to talk about me. Read it if you want. If you dont then good for you.
