I don’t feel right in the men’s locker room, but I can’t go into the girls. And I don’t feel right in men’s clothing, but I can’t wear dresses every day. It sucks to never know your place. It’s just nice, for once, to feel like I’ve found one.
I love girls. […] I’ve tried so hard to push this feeling away, and keep it locked inside, but every day just feels like a war. I walk around so mad at the world, but I’m really just fighting with myself. I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m just too tired. I have to just be me.
I like to think that there are millions and millions of different universes each slightly different from the last and this universe – the one we’re all in currently – is the only one where I’m not a youth pastor.