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Mez • +they/them+ If my name changes it’s just part of my identity crisis🙃

It didn’t hurt that bad until I changed my wall paper. I was fine seeing his face, it didn’t hurt. But as soon as I changed it, it hurt so bad. I love him so much and now I can’t hold him or kiss him and it feels like it’s all my fault. Every school dance picture in the hallway, the pictures all over my phone, all over my room. I don’t want to take them down. I don’t want to let him go. He said we can still be friends. But it’s different now.