the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I thought it was normal to think women were godlike.

Sure, it is,

to an extent?

Took being locked with myself for months to figure it out.

Probably because of all that hidden internalized homophobia, thanks dad.

Couldn’t keep it down forever though, because women.

Their hair, their hips, their skin, their eyes, their lips, their makeup.

Them.

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