I want to throw up.
It's hard to swallow the food, it's like my throat is clogged up by something. But I need to swallow...
I can't let them see...
I can't let them se how weak I am...
The unfamiliar movement under my shirt... the movement that still is so familiar yet not right.
The need to scream and hit the walls of this dark room...the need I can't go through with because they would ask.
The emptiness I feel because he's not here... the emptiness that could be filed with the right resources.
The feeling of standing up and not being able to look myself in the mirror... The feeling that I hate the most.
The feeling of letting people down because of what I have become... the feeling that makes me hate what I have become too.
2016-11-6
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Diary. I guess...
PoetryAY YO WASSUP ITS YA BOI okay no no I'm not hood enough to say that... Anyways I guess this is my diary. I just write down my thoughts. Basic. I'm now 13 years young. I'm a pansexual transboy. So ya maybe you will enjoy this maybe not
