That depressive mood swing earlier. Mom saw that my eyes were watery. So she asked what was wrong.
I didn’t feel like explaining “I just get randomly sad” or “I hate this body why haven’t you helped me with that?” “Why do your friends not know about me?” “Why do you still call me female terms?”
My birth name I can tolerate. But I held the truth in, and just blamed it on the rats. Saying I was upset they were scared of me.
Yeah…smooth job Cale. I’m a great person.
Just smile, smile and wave