Ayyyyyyy
Your favorite satanist is back. I gave a speech publicly to about 35 people. I wore a he/him or they/them sticker. I didn't use any notecards or practice it at all. I didn't memorize anything even though I was supposed to. I just went for it and spoke from my heart. I talked about being trans and how I struggled with accepting it, but now that I have I'm happier. I talked about being anorexic and reckless, but recovered and I'm okay with my weight and body now. I talked about being different from my family and feeling wrong, but difference doesn't make you a bad person. I encouraged people to be proud and love themselves. It was terrifying to open up like that, but I'm glad I did it. I'm okay. As okay as I can be right now. Things are shitty, but that's just something that happens. I got a lot of nice comments. There was someone there and I was the first person he came out to as bisexual, and he told me I'm beautiful and I make him more comfortable accepting himself. I'm proud. I feel like I made at least a little difference to at least someone. And that's the goal. If I'm gonna die someday and if I'm gonna live as just another statistic, I'm gonna go down fighting to make a change. I'm gonna make a difference, just you wait.
Love ya,
Carter
He/him
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Take Me Home, Ground Control
Non-FictionContinuation of my life story, somewhat of a journal