I've always loved colorful things. They always make me feel happy. So, it only made sense I fell in love with pastel and aesthetic things. They always attracted me and I collected them, always in shades of pink, blue, purple, or in rainbow things.
I always have been a little different from the other little girls, I hung out with little boys and I liked girls. I didn't know why so for the longest time, I thought I was a boy.I was made fun of for this. So, I pretended to be a little girl, and I pretended to like little boys.
I never did.
I lived in a busy city, light pollution plagues my hometown, I want to live in the county. Where I can see more than the moon. Not that I don't like the city or seeing only the moon, I just want to be able to see more.
For now, it's just me and the moon.
I posted that a week ago through an anonymous account, it got a lot of likes and landed me a lot of likes and followers. . .
That's not why I posted that, I wanted to find someone, anyone with the same problem. But, no one stepped forward
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Me and the Sun, Moon, and Stars.
Teen FictionA trans gender, bisexual boy. A gay boy. A non-binary, lesbian. "It's just me and the moon." whispered a girls voice. "It's just me and the stars." whispered a girl's voice, trying hard to fix that. "It's just me and the sun." whispered a boy's...