“It’s just phase you’ll grow out of it.”
“Why don’t you still dress that way?”
“You looked so much prettier like that…”
Well I’m sorry. I’m sorry I look different and want to dress in clothing that aren’t made for my gender. I’m sorry I change my names, don’t use make up, don’t do my hair and want my hair cut short like a boy. I’m sorry I want to look like a boy and say girls are attractive, or that “her tits are nice”. I’m sorry you feel embarrassed to walk with me or think people will think we are together even though you’re straight.
I’m sorry.
I’m trying to find who I am, I’m trying to feel happy in my own skin being what I want to be. I don’t know who I am yet, I don’t know what I’m supposed to look like yet. I don’t know if I’m meant to fall in love with girls or if I’m supposed to fall in love with boys. I just don’t know. Don’t ask me, don’t tell me, don’t do anything, just let me be… just let me be happy and find who I am.