Mood: mehblah
Reading: Dreamcatcher

I would say I’m sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I’ve said too much
Been too unkind
I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
’cause boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It’s too late
And now there’s nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
’cause boys don’t cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it’s no use
That you’ve already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits

Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
’cause boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

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Of course, being glorious and whatnot comes with problems. I had a rather rocky day (after lunch came and went). I hate my new english class (still love the teacher- there are no words for her awesomeness), got mad at Phil during drama- he really needs to learn that traditions are made becuase someone went and tried something new. It bothers me slightly that he tries to claim seniority (in general) on me, when he's a junior and I'm a senior, therefore making me older than him.

After school was rather pleasent- I hung out with ~Babeh-Fli and we got sushi/a friend for Kisame/Kisame food. Meaning: Lunch, a goldfish, and beta food. Surprisingly, Kisame's making friends with Julius.


Private to my friends, and to those who don't mind angst. Be warned. I whine like the little pity whore that I am.








My mother...I thought that she was accepting- I thought that she was HIGHLY accepting, judging by what she said, in regards to my being transgendered. I've given up on being a girl- the only person that it's worth being female for is Meg, and even then, if I were male, she wouldn't mind. I'll never get a surgery to go across the line between sexes.

Mom actually got MAD at me today for wanting to be a boy. I should've known by now that she didn't really support me as completely as she said she did. I recognize and acknowledge that she supports me in general- but...it hurts to be told that you're a freak and that "nature must have made a mistake, if that's how you feel."

Yes, I'm angsting about this. Yes, I'm bitching about this. And no....I won't listen to you if you tell me:
- you're trying to get attention (there are PLENTY of other ways to get attention- like making good art, seeing as this is an art site and I would collect my attention THAT way.)
- you don't really mean what you're saying. (Eight years of feeling like I was born into the wrong body and only knowing what to do about it for the past four doesn't really fall under the lines of "I have no clue what I'm talking about." I therefore resent people who think they know more about me than ME. Only I know what's truely right for myself.)






My angst is done now, kthx. And boys do cry, even though they really shouldn't, according to most people.





-Loki

<-- my fianceé . <33333333 Godyes.