♦ pitied by @carcinoGeneticist
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@discardedPasts It's a late night, and your staring at yourself in the mirror. Your mother isn't home she hardly is truthfully, you were messaging your online friends the three of them have gotten off for the night. You sneak into your mother's room as quiet as well someone who's rather bad at sneaking. Opening her closet you see what you always wanted to wear, not these dumb shorts you wanted to be pretty. You hated being called handsome and such a good son. It wasn't you it was never you. But tonight of all nights you lost track of time, perhaps it was just the way your mother's skirt looked, the way it flowed the way you didn't look like how you were told to be. Of course then your mother walked in, sober a truly rare marvel if anything she should get a mother of the year award for this. The conversation was shattered, you were hysterical, panicking, you were figured out and it hurt, how would she react? What would she say? And in a moment she hugged you, no questions no buts no ifs, she loved you. And from that day you were known solely as R̷̴̡͍̭̣̪̲̜̭̳̠͙̘̠̔ͫͧ̅̽̃ͦ̍ͬ̚͢͡͝o̺͔ͨͤs̶̨͍̙̜̎͒́̍͡ȩ̴̶̷̸̵̧̛̖͙͈̩̻̙͓̦̮̮͙̖̞̱̥ͦ̐̎̃̀́̊͂ͨ̐ͥ̀̋͘̕͟͟͢͝ ... I think I need a moment 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
NO BUT IT'S STILL PRETTY FUCKING IRRITATING, ESPECIALLY SINCE I KNOW THERE'S GONNA BE WAY MORE IN THE FUTURE.