#ididntkillanyone

Feeling salty as mixed nuts. mom's hosting a NYE party for the suburbanites in their subdivision. My mom's friend from down the street has a kid around my age that came out as trans and I can't help but think they get wine and whiskey drunk as they cry for their lost children and reminisce on how they failed at being parents. Like for fucks sake, y'all gave us everything a little boy could ever want, sorry for not appreciating it. Entitled? Yup, I'm going to hell already for my faggory why not confirm my seat by being ungrateful for the patriarchal bullshit you mixed in with my cheerios. I feel like a volcano ready to erupt and every time my brother, his fiancé, or my parents gaslight me, the knife in my back digs in a little deeper. Then I get to feel guilty about my feelings because they don't even know what they're doing. This is why I smoke weed. Why the fuck isn't it legal in Texas? 2017 me, remember this feeling, because you do not have to come home for the holidays. You are not required to spend your breaks with your family. Space can be compassionate and loving.

Nothing makes you feel like driving like some country music and questioning your mother. #ididntkillanyone #babybemylovesong #mymomcantrecordtosaveherlife #excusemy5chins #newdriver #pleasedonthonkatme

Drove around an undeveloped neighborhood near dads house and did alright =D Yay ^ ^ So freaking happy