“It’s like,” xe says “my parents, it’s like- I don’t know how to-. It’s like they don’t know how to love me anymore. Like they’re thinking about the ways they let little-kid me down, not the ways they’re still hurting me.”

“But, but they still love you, right?”

“What is loving me worth,” xe says sulkily “when they don’t even know who the me really is?”


Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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