✘┇ YOUR WORDS DON'T DETERMINE YOUR ACTIONS

I'M READY TO LET GO

TELL ME FATE,
IF THIS IS IT FOR ME
THEN, THIS IS MY LAST LETTER

𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖

i don't know where
to start.

it's at times like these,
when i feel so down, that
i create the best of my
masterpiece.

like that one script that
was chosen by a certain
writer.

if only i gave it my best,
i might be a young script
writer.

but, i've lost my will.

𝕚'𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤

i was reunited with a
friend, earlier today...

can't believe someone
actually missed me.

he's getting his shots
soon... i'm so happy to
hear from him.

i feel like hugging him..
or, anyone, really.

please don't bite or
beat me up if i do...

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖?

i may be inactive...
i will miss my sisters...
and, just the family i've
created here.

even the ones that have
broken down.

i thought they were about
to break before i did, but
i was wrong.

then again, i was foolish.

still am.

i wanna go home...
watch The Beatles, sing,
wear dresses without
getting teased...

i know, i'm ugly, but
looking back at my
pictures, all of her
smiles are so bright
and cheerful, i can't
believe it was me.

she looked so sweet
and kind.

but now everyone
fears me.

the girl that acts like a
boy and sounds like a
boy and looks like a
boy.

i'm exaggerating.

𝕚 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖

ALL THE WORDS WITHIN,
I WROTE AGAIN
REACHING OUT TO YOU
THESE FEELINGS
DO YOU EVEN KNOW?