In the morning, I keep scrolling.
I check for notifications from everything, from everywhere.
Youtube
Tumblr
Twitter
Facebook
Pinterest
Like I said, everywhere.
I scroll until I find something.
Something that seems pretty.
Something that seems important.
I of course share the one I find pretty.
I don’t want to make anyone angry at me.
Do you know what that other one was?
It was about something that is part of me.
It was about a transgender person that had been killed.
Bullied into suicide.
My heart drops as I read further and further into the post.
Her name was Victoria.
They called her [REDACTED].
I could only imagine what she felt in that moment.
Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into her arms…
Then I snap back to reality.
I realize that...that’s me.
My name is Jeremy.
They called me [REDACTED].
You could only imagine what I felt like in that moment.
Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into my arms.
This is my reality.
And I ******* hate it.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
In the morning, I keep scrolling.
I check for notifications from everything, from everywhere.
Youtube
Tumblr
Twitter
Facebook
Pinterest
Like I said, everywhere.
I scroll until I find something.
Something that seems pretty.
Something that seems important.
I of course share the one I find pretty.
I don’t want to make anyone angry at me.
Do you know what that other one was?
It was about something that is part of me.
It was about a transgender person that had been killed.
Bullied into suicide.
My heart drops as I read further and further into the post.
Her name was Victoria.
They called her [REDACTED].
I could only imagine what she felt in that moment.
Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into her arms…
Then I snap back to reality.
I realize that...that’s me.
My name is Jeremy.
They called me [REDACTED].
You could only imagine what I felt like in that moment.
Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into my arms.
This is my reality.
And I ******* hate it.
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