5:11PM 5/23/2022
As I lie there in my bed, I think about what I'll do this summer, while one of my favourite songs plays. Cooler Than Me by Ethan Fields. Here's my bucket list so far; 1. Have a day where I and my friend (I only really have one friend in my area. I have some other friends, but them, including her, are all already in groups. Like they all have a duo that they're in. But then I'm just a third wheel for every single one of those duos. Which yeah, is annoying as fuck to them probably, but if I leave them, I lose all my friends.) bike around my town all day, go to the next town over, bike down to the beach, eat junk food and soda from gas stations, and get ice cream, then sit down in some field we find along the way to eat. Sound nice, right? It's literally my dream. Now that I'm turning twelve this summer, my parents allow me to go out by myself all over my town! So that's exciting. Anyway, 2. Get a septum. I know what you're thinking-!! "Huh- didn't you JUST say you're 11?" Yes. I mean a fake one, you know, those magnetic ones! I'm literally SO excited! It's going to be part of my summer glow-up, heh! 3. Get and actually do a consistent skincare routine, which is part of my summer glow-up (previously mentioned). 4. Swap my sister's room and I's, my older sister keeps complaining she wishes she had my room. I wish I had her room, so over the summer we're going to swap rooms, aka move our furniture around to the other's room, clear and move out closets, and stuff.. 5. Re-do my room. Not paint, just find and print posters, order room decor, and stuff like that. Which obviously I'll have to pay for, so I need to keep saving up and doing extra chores. But I'm sure I can make do! I want posters (as mentioned before), fairy lights, new decorations for Karl, my gecko, and a trans pride flag! That's mostly all. I take a small break from watching youtube as I go to webtoon. Refresh, and see that nothing updates. Of course, it hasn't, I've only subscribed to like, 3 series. I really need to get more interests.
I slowly browse through Wattpad, looking at the views on others' stories makes sure my ego and a false sense of accomplishment don't get too big. I realize my neck hurts, and I grab a pillow and struggle to cram it behind my head to rest on. It's a bit more comfortable. I remind myself that it's Victoria Day, and therefore my club is off this Monday. It's where a ton of girls get together, do 30 minutes of crafts, then 30 minutes of physical games. I know what you're thinking. "What the fuck? But you're not a girl!!" Yeah. I know. My mom signed me up. I guess since I go by He/They and am nonbinary (to her at least. Why won't she pick up the hints I'm a boy?!) the they/them is kinda still there, which to her means I'm kind of a girl. She made an excuse for her subconscious insensitiveness by saying "Most of your friends are girls, so you can make some new, local friends!" Which is full of shit in the first place. Most of my friends who are girls are shitty. The only friends I don't have problems with whatsoever are like 2/7 of my friends who are girls, and 3/3 of my friends who are boys. Like huh? I've always made friends with boys more than girls. Girls just see me as a girl still (It's so obvious.), and so they baby me for being trans. Then boys, who also see me as a girl (Again, so obvious.) , find me weird. Except for this one boy, who I am literally on my hands and knees for, (That sounds weirdly sexual- trust me, it's not.) and have fallen way too hard. But I'm waiting until we're older to make a move! :) So basically, out of the friends I don't have problems with, I only really like 3/5 of them. So, woohoo for me!! I'm horrible at sarcasm.
Bye,
A whiny bitch having an identity crisis,
xoxo
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Non-Fictiona Solitare by Alice Olesman esque description of my life, where I beg for pity from strangers on the internet, and nothing actually interesting happens.
