Most days, I miss you far more than I ever should. I love you, and I know I always will, but its too much love. It's so much love it hurts, and it's so much I can't be bothered with any thing else, and it's so much love its toxic. You are a part of who I am, when we don't talk I feel like part of me is missing, and it hurts me every day that you aren't around, the but it hurts me even more to have every bit of myself consumed by this love.
Most days, I can remember this. But today it’s taking every bit of strength I have to not pick up the phone and call you.
“Even my gender has been questioned. I want that to be public because I don’t want 50 years from now more young boys and girls to have to go through this sort of thing and to have their whole life basically questioned for no reason other than to make a joke and to make people watch their television program. I hope more kids can grow up the same way that I did and more kids can feel the freedom that I feel to be themselves and to express themselves. There’s a whole generation of people that aren’t defined by their sex or their race or by who they like to sleep with. I think as a person you know what your values are and what you believe in, and I think that’s the most important thing.”—
Today I was walking down the street and I realized I am completely alone, I haven't had anyone in my life who knows what's going on with me in over a year. Normally these realizations are scarry, but today it was so peaceful and liberating.
ha, i used to live in montreal and im going in two weeks to visit my friends. i feel myself in the same little pickle…and then there is all the money im going to spend when im there because who can resist those boutiques?