I can get along with pearl but honestly I want to share my serious opinions too, and it’s always so frustrating when I do, but like that shit takes up like 10% of my thoughts and it’s hard not to talk about my thoughts (like how this stupid comment timer just-). Also, I don’t want to be friends with just the next closest thing to a straight up transphobe. She is so wrapped up in her judgement of others because she masks it with concern to make herself feel better. I have for a while just been questioning (shit like gender, like it’s so confusing for me bc I flip-flop between feeling those ways) so much and her going “You can’t be neither” and “Men and women can’t be each other”just kinda makes me feel bad about questioning? Why do I want to be around someone who makes me feel bad unless we pretend everything is okay? Why do I have to ignore the shit dripping down my leg? Why do I need a reason to not want to feel bad? Because the only way I can think of hurts the one making me feel bad? I don’t f**king care, why do they want me anyway?