Time to examine the habit of self-judgement and move on.
“I love scarf weather.”
“I wanna be seen as who I am: A NON-BINARY QUEER FUCK BOY WITH POOR IMPULSE CONTROL.”
“I’m so tired of stark white classic movies being attributed to queer and feminist culture…”
“In this vacuum, depression increases the gravity by a factor of A Lot.”
I live an independent life at the cost of ignoring the baggage that comes with it.
“Can I even feel feelings anymore?!”
“I had no idea how much drinking masked my anxiety until penicillin.”
“Don’t ever fall for a straight woman.”
My mom is glad that after SO MANY YEARS I’m finally appreciating what she’d been trying to teach me my entire childhood.
Contemplating the ownership of pain.
“Eat my corporate rainbows!”
“This Pride I’m finally getting over my CATHOLIC GUILT that has prevented me from engaging and enjoying hook-up culture!”
“Care-free, pain-free plot, with a genuine happily ever after.”
Don’t be like me.
How fluid is our memory?
“…is this divine intervention?”
“Look, we all know how the gays feel about their representation…”
“I’m growing something in my chest that’s spreading through my bones.”
“I have a habit of searching for memories in the future.”