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Sometimes, when I’m grocery shopping, or out minding my own business, a little voice in my head reminds me that I’ve made my mom cry before.
I ordered pho and spring rolls. I plan to bring it back to my spotless apartment where I will consume it nude in my bed.
I always feel sort of tortured as my own spectator.
I think I wanted to become a nurse in the same way I wanted to become a man’s wife, or a mother. I thought it would look good on paper.
Heterosexuality is really shoved down children’s throats.

