Sometimes I think, Iāll give them one good year.
Shave my whole body, grow out my hair, wear dresses, date a man.
Give them one good year, and then kill myself.
I wonder if theyād know then, how painful it was to be what they wanted.
But I donāt want revenge, and I donāt want them to feel guilty. I love my family. I just want to get it through their heads. I donāt want them to mourn me.
But sometimes it feels like they mourn now. They mourn her.












