I look at the clock and it shines 22:07 in the desolate and deep dark of my room.

I need to get to sleep faster and now if I want energy for school tomorrow.

Ignoring that thought I ingeniously pull out my phone to look at trans memes. Turning on some of my music, seen as my headphones are in so I can have an alarm without disturbing my parents. I open reddit going on the heavenly welcoming place of beautifully fantastic people known as r/traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns while the lyrics of this is gospel thump down my ears.

This is my life constantly having as much sleep as a snake has arms while constantly wishing I was born a girl. I look through memes there's been the staggering amount of three memes since I last looked an hour ago.

There is your average stuff: a sadly unrealistic transition goals one, a one about body hair dysphoria which felt like one icy cold call-out and finally one about she who must not be named being a TERF.

Ugh I hate her existence.

I let out a sleep deprived sigh with the force of a jet turbine behind it, lock my phone and close my heavy eyes. By the time I finally started to doze off the music had changed several times and I toss and turned enough movement to power a generator, so finally with Cavetown Lemon Boy humming down my ears I was embraced by the comfortable arms of slumber I had one last thought on its own.

I wish I was a girl; I wish I was who I truly am.