Sitting outside the bar on the bench top, Jett was in a bit of a daze with himself as he swished the bottle around in his grasp. He had only been home a week and already he was charged up, stressing about his mother, worried about his sister, all the while putting on a brave face for them. The alcohol helped, at least for a while. What he really needed was a distraction, in any form. - Lifting the bottle to his lips, his eyes clasped onto the pair looking back at him as he gulped back a couple mouthfuls.
I really thought long and hard about what I want to say here. But I’m winging it if we’re honest. Life is going to tear you apart at some points. It’s going to hold you down and scratch and claw at your face. You’re going to get lost. You’re going to get so far down that you feel like you can no longer be saved. Now I’m not here with the cliche “it gets better”, because it has yet to do that for me. But there are those moments where I can forget for a while. Moments like when I’m sitting next to my best friend and I’ll tell a stupid joke and he’ll get the goofiest grin on his face. Or when I’m at my friend’s apartment dancing to random songs. Or when I’m driving down the highway lost in my thoughts. Those are the moments where it’s better. Live in them. If those are the only things keeping you alive, then live for them. Live in them. We’ve got this…one breath at a time.
hey if you’re reading this and you’re feeling fake about your gender, whether you’re a trans girl, trans guy, nonbinary, or whatever you identify as, i want you to trust yourself. you know your gender, and you know what makes you comfortable with your identity. you’re valid, i absolutely promise, no matter how much dysphoria you face
“So, that’s what I’m thinking. I know it’s not completely figured out yet, but I’ve been thinking about getting a new tattoo done since I got to the island and figured I should finally get around to it. Think it’s a decent idea?”