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January 26th, 2026
Dear diary,
Im tired of being here. No one listens. It feels like every day is another fight with parents, teachers, school boards, and people who should know it’s wrong to punish people for who they are. I bet if I went around bullying kids for being straight I’d be punished, so why do these kids who say being queer is wrong get away with a slap on the wrist?? Either way, I have to practice flute or my mom’ll say something stupid or take my door away again- which, btw, she HATED the pan flag I put up, but, hey, I didn’t choose to be born. I’m sure she won’t mind if I spend a little more time writing, since she says writing like, makes you smarter or smth. Plus, my girlfriend (holy shit that feels weird to say) says I should write down my thoughts… so hear goes ig
A world that never listens,
A world that never learns.
A cold, unforgiving place,
Where kids are meant to hide.
To be “normal”,
To stand out,
To fit in,
To be yourself.
But don’t be too bold,
And don’t be too different.
Straight A’s,
Straight girl.
Don’t transition.
Stay behind those doors.
Wear skirts and dresses,
Not jeans and beanies.
Dont say you're depressed.
You’re just dramatic.
Just a liar.
A teen who knows nothing.
Doesn’t know how your own mind works.
But I do, young child.
Listen to me when I speak.
I am societal pressure
And you can’t escape.
Oh my gods I cant believe I used like three pages to write this… mmmm I’m gonna show Shelby maybe she’ll be proud of me!!!
All for now, container of my thoughts!!