Let's start ourselves with something that is extremely personal, shall we? The inside of my head as told in three and a half pages.
It sucks wanting to help someone who doesn't seem capable to help themself., but at the same time I can understand how they feel because I still don't know if I can help myself. Being a closeted transgender that has no clue what to do with themselves leaves the feeling of being alone prominent in my head. It does not matter to me who likes "Devin", but at the same time does it matter who likes "Kimberly" either? A question like that is enough to keep me awake at night wondering what this is all for and how much