Today was so much fucking better, I actually managed to meet some people. (: I’m happy with the way stuff is going.

I got my schdule fixed up.

So I went to my first day of school today, I didn’t know anybody and I still don’t. It really sucks, everyone just seemed awkward and honestly, unfriendly.

They fucked up my schedule and shit. And the lunch period was so short, I didn’t get to eat because it took so long to find out my pin number.

Oh yeah and my dream last night made me think about my ex-girlfriend all day, basically so that only made things worse. I miss her.

My first day was terrible, thats the point. Hopefully it’ll be better tomorrow, Idunno. I’ll let you know.

So I haven’t be on since last night and I’ve lost 20 tumblratity point things, thats dumb as fuck.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a
lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire
a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight
through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried
our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the
hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the
room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken
away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish
they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the
attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will
probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed
myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to
bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found
out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who
never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the
management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit
the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother
because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence
survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they
found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence
survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the
father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection
to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach
gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who
died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was
transsexual. (yes, this actually happened)

I am the person who
feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to
always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending
church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my
kind.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to, “teach me a lesson.”

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most,
love.

achoiceinthematter:

Someone who will let me choose my side of the bed.