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| Queer-gendered? Really? |
I hope so.
Cause I am surviving the hardest period of my puberty, being 17. First of all, you need to know why I have to write this in English. I write this post completely in English, deffo bcs I don't want my relatives especially families read this post and then they go ask me "Why?" and "Why?" You know it's an advantage to be able to write in English, since when you are talking about private things, you won't be annoyed by somebody you know. Which won't solve it, but will be adding more. And more.
So this story began on March 29th. (Sorry Mr. Grammar, I had to break your policy. You can arrest me after I finished all these sentences) Back to topic, being 17 is freaking hard. I wanna say f**cking, but I don't want this post to be harmful to kids. You have to be 'mature', in a positively good way and manner. You have to be stereotypically accepted in society. Guess what? I am a crybaby, bit spoiled, and I dunno how to make up relationships. People called me lame as I being single which I don't think a problem. Sometimes I am being so insecure in front of public because people recall my walk peculiar. So whatever. I walk the way I walk. I am not a model who should do catwalk in the runway, right?
