I Really Wouldn't.

The other day Kelsey said that she wishes there were more names for straight people. We have queer and lesbian and dyke and dyke lesbian and butch and femme and genderqueen and trans and boi and boy, on and on and on. She only has straight.

I don't like the last post. I don't know what to write.

That letter hurt me so much. It was just so mean. So so mean and with no reason. Why? What does she want from me? I tried for so long to give her what she wants and she's insatiable. I'm happy here. Doesn't that count for something? I'm happy. I've never been happy before. I have a fucking tattoo of the state because for the first time in my life I'm happy.

And can I even call it that? At least it's not a lie. At least when I'm sad or depressed or in need I have people to go to and I'm honest about it.

Then the happiness I feel is finally genuine too.

I don't want to talk to her anymore. It's not worth it. I'm tired of this fight. Maybe she only feels 20 years of it, but I feel all 24. She has no idea. She hates everything about me, and takes it as a personal insult that I don't too.