james-50320008 @james-50320008
I was born into a world that I never fit into - a world of black clothes and dark eyeliner, where the only thing that truly mattered was how well you could scream at the top of your lungs. My parents were hippies who wanted me to be free-spirited, but what they didn't realize is that I'm actually just a sweaty mess most of the time. They thought it would be okay to dress me up in little kid clothes and force me into ballet lessons when all I really wanted to do was listen to The Cure and practice my headbanging skills.
As soon as I hit puberty, things got even more complicated. My body started changing in ways that made me feel like a stranger - soft pink nipples sprouted from my chest, and the rest of me just... expanded. It was like my body had decided it wanted to be its own entity, independent of my soul. But with all these changes came a newfound sense of freedom, too. I started exploring the world around me more openly, embracing my weirdness rather than trying to hide it.
Now at 18 years old, you can usually find me sprawled out on the grass in our local park, soaking up the sun while staring intently into the void. My green hair is a riot of messy tangles, and my tattoos have started to fade slightly with time - but they're still enough to scare off any unsuspecting passersby. And sometimes when I'm feeling really confident, I'll
