Today is a day for accomplishments. I'm done with the people who always put me down for being me. For many reasons in itself like the way I dress or look or talk or hug or kiss or cuddle or any of that. You guys can go fuck yourselves. Because today I'm done.

Edit: We were gonna have such great fun tomorrow. exploring and running around like we wanted to. But now, all of this guilt must be piled on top of your shoulders. I hope that it's heavier than the world and that you crumble from your head to your toes. And I hope that I can sit back and laugh at you like you did to me. I hope I can get over this with no problem and just say "fuck you" and throw everything away. I think I might. And I think I may. I think I might not have any regrets towards leaving you. I hope that's normal. I hope I can be myself with somebody else.