Forgive me if I fail at making sense or something, I just had a rootbeer float (SOY ICECREAM FTW. And it's that good stuff too, not that "lol I taste like mashed seeds" stuff.) and those things tend to put me on sugar highs.

GUESS WHO FOUND OUT THEY HAD ANOTHER SON TODAY?

Guess who totally hated the idea of me changing my name?

Guess who may have serious health problems?

The answer to all three of those questions is my mom.

I came out to her today. Fun stuff. She's all like "OH BUT YOU WERE SUCH A GIRL WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE!" and you have no idea how much it pisses me off for people to use stuff like that to say "but you can't possibly be a boy!" UGHHHHHH...

And I'm about to bash my Aunt's skull in because she found out shortly after my dad did but she still acts like I MUST be a fucking girl and I'm just confused and couldn't possibly be serious about this. She hasn't even made an effort to get used to my new name or pronouns. And she makes jokes about me being a girl. Like that's okay. It's NOT okay. I'm insecure enough as it IS thanks. But sure, you can just dump truckloads onto that. I don't mind.

So, anyways. My mom decided that since I decided to bring up how I was talking about a mastectomy months ago, it'd be totally relevant to bring up a possibility of her having breast cancer at the same time.

JOY.

Okay, so now not only is my mom delusional, and not initially very open to the idea of me being a boy. But she might have CANCER.

As much as I dislike her, I don't want her to have cancer. I want her to be healthy.

So yeah.

I don't know how I handle all of this. It's a miracle that I haven't gone mad. Or maybe I did go mad, but I just don't realize it because I'm that far gone.

Do you ever feel like exploding? Like, supernova style?

So yesterday we were supposed to illustrate a wish in Graphics Design class. It took me half of the class to think of something "appropriate". Because I kept thinking back to the divorce, the gender dysphoria, my mom, and my sister. None of which I really wanted to let the class, or the teacher know about. Eventually I decided that I wanted my own planet to colonize and all of those open-minded peaceful people could live there with me. And if anyone decides to be a bigot or start a war or something, they get sent back to earth. :)

Okay I think I'm done ranting now... 0w0

~Liam

P.S. This is what I did in class: