Apparently, I’m grounded if I get dreads, and I’m not allowed to wear shorts unless I shave. Since when do you decide what I do and do not look like? It’s my body, face, hair, all mine. My Mom wants me to look nice. “Nice” can mean many different things. Her opinion isn’t the only one out there. I don’t think it should matter what others think as long as I’m happy. She says the things I do are uncommon, weird, etc. SO WHAT? They’re me. That’s enough. Fuck this.

I really like books, movies, and playing pretend. I think that’s because those things allow me to imagine doing things which I cannot do. Nevertheless, with all of the opportunities that this life presents, shouldn’t I spend time doing things that I can do?

When your mom walks in on you masturbating and asks what you’re doing, and you say watching tv. She asks what tv…and you say the one on your phone. She asks why she can’t come in, and you say cux you’re about to get a shower…. Awwwwkward. Oh, and she sees your dildo box. Fuck.