𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧

there are thousands of other girls on this planet, why couldn’t god have made me a boy. i’m sure he could spare one. why couldn’t he have made me a boy with short, fluffy hair; a boy with big round glasses that fit all too perfectly on me; a boy with a beautiful, bubbly voice; a boy that has a face and arms and legs that are covered with freckles that shine in the moonlight. why couldn’t he have just made me a boy. why am i a girl.