***TW: self harm***
And here I lie, sobbing quietly so you can't hear me. I'm imagining my coming out as trans to you, and not one of these scenarios ends well.
The least you'll do is tell me how crazy and immoral I am. The most you'll do is kick me out.
Holy fuck. I just want to stop living this motherfucking lie. I want to live my truth. I thought you would always want me to be honest. I guess not.
I can't stop shaking. I'm so scared.
I asked Tye if you were abusive. They think so, and though I really don't want it to be true, it might be so. But you're my mom...
It seems so weird to think.
I want this "abuse" or whatever it is to fucking stop. I want to stop having fantasies of slitting my wrists to make this all fucking stop.
I'm so fucking tired. In every sense.
I have to stop these little side notes, they're getting in the way of the story. God. There's still so fucking much to say.
(A/N: and if you are actually sick of these "side notes," I'm very sorry but this is one of my only ways to vent in a cohesive matter. Please be patient with me. Thank you for reading as always)
