I sit there in the silence of the room, not sure what I’m supposed to do now. Like, what do you do when your parents kick you out of your house? When your entire life is upheaved, all because you wanted to come out, to be respected and seen, to be called the right pronouns?
unfortunately society prefers people who fit into the standardized mold, and we are all taught (politically, socially, and religiously) to conform to the standard, so inevitably it's confusing when we realize we live outside of societies standardized mold.
