#EUPHORIAFRIDAYS
Age:17
I crave love like no one else on this planet. Maybe because I never received it growing up. As much as my mother claimed she loved me, I know she didn't. I was 11 when I finally figured out that I wasn't a he. I knew deep down I was a female. Once my mom noticed I would rather wear dresses, than jeans. She committed me to a psychiatric hospital. Like I was crazy! Who does that to their child?! While I was in their I started self harming. I hated my mom for putting me through that.My dad on the hand finally came around, he supports me and everything I do. I love him for that.
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"We'll pay attention to where the hell you're going!"She semi yelled before walking off
"How rude"I mumbled
I walked behind her trying to find my locker.
209, 210, 211, 212!
Locker 212!
I paused when I noticed the girl who recently yelled at me stop at locker 211. I cleared my throat and approached my locker. She glanced at me and sighed. I looked over to locker 210 and noticed another girl was also going through her locker.