sassyagent

I'm not someone who likes kids, and I'm not exactly shy about it either. When asked why I usually rag on them, I tend to blow them off, giving a flippant answer along the lines of, "they're loud, and annoying and mess, etc." When honestly, that's not it at all. Kids are young, and innocent, and so damn breakable. It's way easier to damage them and that scares the shit out of me. I'm broken enough, there's not a chance in hell that I would ever be good with children. I'd find a way to screw them up worse then I've already done myself. And that's terrifying. I can barely keep myself around, how could I be able to keep a kid around and not break

Most of my problems are caused by a Voice/Darkness, but isn't it always? Well here's the thing about my Voice, it's coming from this black abyss in the back of my mind where all my lost memories are stored. And everytime I try to reclaim them, the Voice comes back and does one of two things. It allows me to access the needed memories, but taints them, showing only the worst parts of it, or twisting something good into something evil. While it sounds easy enough to deal with, it's not. It takes me awhile to figure out what's real and not, and that's if I even notice something off about them. The other thing this Darkness does, is close off

When I was younger I always joked around about my health problems, saying there was an old, sick person living through me and that I probably wouldn't live a long time; not thinking too much about it. But to this day, I still continue to say that I probably won't make it past age 30 and if I do, I'll be very surprised. I'm currently 19. I've been battling depression and having suicidal thoughts for a few years now, and on a few occasions I've come close to ending my life. Try as I might to live on and forget about those times, I can't help but hear a voice in the back of my mind. A voice that is telling me that I won't always fail... I won'

B.R.E.A.T.H.E. rememBer, have couRage, rElax, stay cAlm, have faiTh, don't lose Hope, and livE. BREATHE

"Start talking then." Cinder demanded, in a harsher tone than I thought possible. Taking a deep breath, I did. "Well there's no easy way to do this, so I'll just be blunt. I'm gay, which normally wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't a boi as well. And before you ask, it's a term used to describe a lesbian who identifies as male while still being female. KaiLyn is what my parents called me and I hate it, which is why I go by Kai. I also go by male pronouns, which no one has respected. You remember how I said it's not god to get on Luka's bad side? Well that's because the day she found out what I am, was the day she started calling me Miss Ashe. Nev

And so our day continued. It wasn't until lunch time that Cinder got her first look at my own personal hell. We just got out of the lunch line with our trays of food and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and bumped into the head cheerleader, Kimi, which caused me to dump my food down her back. Which of course, caused her to freak out. "What the fuck! Watch where your going freak!" She screeched, turning around. "I outta - Oh it's little Miss bull dyke. And who's this? Your new pet? She know how much of a freak you are, Mr. Man? Now I could make you pay for what you just did to me, but I feel like I should give the new girl a litt

It had been love at first sight, at least for me. Cinder on the other hand, took some convincing. Cliche I know, but what can you do. Before I get into how we met and everything, let me introduce myself. My name is Kai, and I'm a boi. And yes, that is spelt correctly. A boi is a lesbian woman who identifies as male without the whole wanting to be physically male. Make sense now? Good. Now back to the story. It was sophmore year at Tectis High School, round the start of the third semester when she appeared.  She was a late transfer student, and today was her first day. And she was gorgous. She had long blonde hair, a fair complexion, and a ti

Every night I go to bed and pray to whatever holy entity might be up there, that when I wake my body will finally match my mind. That I will no longer be female, but male. And every morning I wake and became agnostic yet again. Surely if there were a 'god', it would fix its mistakes. Every morning I have to bind these twin lumps on my chest and dress in layers, no matter the temperature, because binding doesn't make me completly flat. Every morning I look in my bathroom mirror only to see a femine face, that gives my sex away no matter what I do. Every morning I hit the gym and have to rush home to wash up before work because even though e

I get that calling me a different name after 18 years can be hard, but you could at least make an effort and try. When I told you that name makes me want to harm myself, I wasn't exaggerating. Each time you say it, another invisible cut is made, the knife going deeper and deeper each time. And as for the proper pronouns, coome on, it's not that hard to drop or change a letter or two is it? To call me he/him instead of she/her. I told you I'm bi-gendered. I told you I have a strong preference for male pronouns. I explained in detail how being referred to as a female affects me, and yet you won't even try. It's bad enough I'm called a girl and