Freedom-House

10

Wardrobe.

If you are upset, angry or uncomfortable with me over the clothes I choose to wear…

I am not the one who needs to change. But perhaps you need to reevaluate your feelings and why my personal style is contributing to your own dissatisfaction or discomfort.

Do not chastise me because I like to wear skirts and make up.
Do not rebuke my existence because I look damn good in a dress.
Do not reproach me with your concerns over my wardrobe because I do not get dressed for my day with you in mind.

You can berate me as much as you like, but I wont change.
There was a time when I had no choice but to conceal my true self to continue living alongside someone or multiple people. Thankfully, I am past that point in my life.

If you have yet to reach a point in life where you feel 100% free to be yourself, now is the time to figure out how you can change your life in a positive way that allows you such freedoms. For younger individuals, this is the hardest because all you can do is wait it out until you reach an age where your parents can no longer control you and society can’t stop you. I know what that is like, I have been there! Remember, I am only 22 years old! It wasn’t until about 3 years ago when I obtained such freedom for myself.

Never give up on yourself though.
Never forget the person you want to be when you finally get the chance to.
I sure didn’t.

Xoxo
-Elliott Alexzander

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.