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Been a long time since I've written here.
Sharing a room with Naily and Bomby isn't the worst. I'm no longer hating with Naily, but we aren't on good terms. And hey, I get to hang out with Bomby!
...But something still feels off.
Even though I'm no longer stuck in a cabin where I basically just contemplate everything, I still can't stop thinking.
"There's nobody quite like you!"
I still wonder who I am.
But I think answers are starting to come.
I've met Winner, and Price Tag. Both of them are non-binary.
I obviously don't want to be a girl. But spending so long contemplating who I am...
It made me realize I don't exactly want to be a boy.
Maybe I am originally a clone of Firey. But that is not who I am.
And I don't want to be "Firey Jr." any longer.
Something more... me. Less him.
Me and him are not the same.
I realize I don't have to be Firey Jr.
I am not Firey Jr.
And the person in the mirror I stare into every time I start thinking about who I am?
That is not Firey Jr.
I don't know who I am yet.
But now I at least have answers to who I want to be. I want to be me, not him.
The door creaked open, and Bomby walked in, seeing Firey Jr. sitting on the floor, writing. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing much..." Firey Jr. muttered, "Could... I ask you a question?"
"What's up?"
"I was isolated for so long from you... everyone really. It let me reflect. And I realized something."
"What is it?"
"...I..." words were choked up within Firey Jr's throat, "I don't really identify as a boy. But, like, not a girl either."
"So... kinda like how Winner and Price Tag identify?"
"Yeah."
"..."
"..."
"Thanks for sharing with me."
"Thank you for accepting, Bomby."
"You're welcome."