My week has been hell but imma just bury myself in stats homework and my research paper.
All my relationships changed and fell away.
Someone that might as well be my mother is dying of cancer.
My dad keeps getting screwed over with the court.
On the bright side, when I go to school all of my teachers use my name. Not my dead name. My pronouns need work.
I also like to think of where I came from and where I am now. I was completely surrounded by addicts that only tore me down and laughed at me, and now I'm in college getting 90s and 100s for my grades. You would never believe where I came from if I told you.
Only when I think of that do I see the strength and resilience that my teachers talk about so emotionally. They always say that they truly hope I can see those things in myself, and most of the time my anxiety and depression won't let me.
The distance I've put between where I am now and my past is a testimony to that though, and I will never do anything to ruin what I've accomplished. That's why I get out of bed in the morning. To preserve what I've done my entire life.
I'm hoping I can type out a story originating from Twitter that I saw on Facebook next week. It's wholesome and inspiring but I don't have a Twitter account to talk to the author about it. But I'm still going to try.
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Be true, stay you ❤❤
~Day Dreamer~
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Living the Non-Binary Life
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