Story of the forgotten

Chapter 0

My name does not matter, it's the story behind the face that matters.

The first things you want to know about a person is their name, sex, and age. You don't ask what gender they are. when you look at someone who has just a little bit of a feminine feature you assume or label them "female". It may be true for some but others it ain't.
So now you're wondering where I'm going with this, simply no where. I may or may have not been 'assigned' female at birth, though that is not of what I identify. I am a Male. Though I may not have the 'parts' of one. Maybe I'll hear you start calling me a 'tranny' or other transphobic slurs and hope I feel somewhat of bad. I don't. I really could care less. Though I really don't mean that. What I mean is sure I don't care what you might think of me, but I care what I think of myself. I could call myself a failure and it would mean so much to me, but if you were tell me I'm a failure I wouldn't really care. Well this may be true, if you were someone I was close to perhaps a friend, best friend, lover, family, or whatever else of what I consider close to me, It would mean so much more than if you or I said that to me. See I'm afraid of losing the people I'm closest to in my life and that may be a trait I want to get rid of. I cant exactly rely on everyone to make me feel better, that's not my intentions anyways. See the world these days are a terrible place, through all the conflicts of others could start a war. May this be something we see as stupid, why start a war over something so small? This depends on what we see as small. I don't believe in violence really, but words ain't enough for people to understand either. Consider this a journal entry, wether you ignore this or continued to read is all up to you.