You ever notice how much time people devote to trying to fit themselves into a single category? Everyone is always trying to find a word that fits them perfectly, and it's absolutely ridiculous.
My word? That's easy: hypocrite.
Yeah, I'm really no different from everyone else trying to define themselves.
Actually... I'm extremely different. That's why I'm having such a hard time figuring it out. I guess there isn't really a word that accurately describes me.
Or maybe I just have an embarrassingly small vocabulary.
ANYWAYS. Have you noticed I haven't taken my Adderall today? I'm all over the place.
I'm Andie. Here's some stuff about me:
I was born a male. Didn't ask for it though.
I like... a lot of things. I like big sweatshirts and flowers, and make-up and instrumental music. I like acrylic paintings and manicures and London-style home decor.
That sounded... really gay. My bad.
Oh, and I'm gay. I think. Probably should've mentioned that before.
I know I'm somewhere on that spectrum, but I've never really fallen in love with anyone, so who says I can be sure?
As you can see, I question everything. It makes life interesting, you know?
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction"Why is everyone so desperate to fit a category?" "You're just mad because you have no idea who you are."
