I break rules; I don't really care normally, but I've started to care recently. It probably started around when my parents got divorced, all of my manners and sweetness as sponged away by horrible foster parents and people not trusting me. Once one of my foster parents found my name written in red ink on the wall (I swear on my life I did not write it) and I got in trouble for it even though i did not do it.

I didn't used to break rules like what religion i was supposed to have, my sexuality, or my gender even, but i do now. I'm not supposed to have a girlfriend, I'm not supposed to be pansexual, and I'm not supposed to be gender fluid but i am all of these things. I'm no supposed to cuss, I'm not supposed to not know what my religion is, I'm not supposed to want a penis anywhere but in me, and I'm not supposed to like lesbian porn, but... well, you know.