“This feels like mental illness.” I’m sure I’ve said to my roommate before. Double fisting gacha games: one on my phone, and one on the TV. When it happens, I know it feels off, but it preoccupies my brain. Gives me something to do. Drowns out the noise.

I can be insecure, feel all my feelings, focus on myself, and be frustrated that the world, that cis men, continue to harm and take advantage of me. All these things can be true, and I can be feminine and I can be angry.

Happy Pride! A woman is who she wants to be!

Would it be so much better elsewhere? Maybe. Would I be happier there? I don’t know.