I ran away from home.

No, this isn’t “click bait”. No, this isn’t a skam. It is currently 2:52am and I am sitting out side a Starbucks a couple miles away from my home.

I am a closeted trans folk. My name is Easton, and I ran away because I know I have people in my family who will not accept me. They will yell, they will tell me I’m faking it, or that’s it just a phase, and if that progresses they will pretend I don’t exist. And I can’t handle it.

I don’t know why I ran away, it’s not going to change anything. They will find me and yell at me and I’m only making things worse but my head kept telling me to get out, so I did. I’m freaking out and I don’t know what I’m going to do from here on out, I have at most 2 days, which is nothing.