What's In My Head

Church

Today my mom decided it would be great for all of us to go to church, even though she knows of my hatred for the building and the idle believes chased by the people who go there. Everybody knows I don't want anything to do with Christianity in a whole, yet here I'm being pulled out of bed to go to church. What a misery. No one cares about my feelings or opinions, I'm just an unimportant individual who matters not to all of these people. Who gives a shit about the trans genderqueer pansexual individual who happens to also be an atheist. No one gives a shit not even my mother. A woman who knows how much pain her god brings to me but here she is telling me she is going to church and no one will be left here except for the two birds. She can't be serious. I don't want to wear a dress at this point in my life, while struggling with balancing my masculinity and femininity. No one believes my gender identity so it's harder to dress cis gender because no one will believe I'm a boy when I'm wearing a dress.

                                 Average nobody