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I don't care that they thought we were strange or scary. I don't care that what he does is “bad”. We are happy and that's all that matters.
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I’m Yeonjun, male, 22, gay. I go by hey//they, not that it matters since I don't really talk to anyone. I moved far away from home to go to language school. Living on my own is even better than I could imagine. It's my dream way of living: my bedroom is filled with pretty pink stuff and lots of plushies. On my desk I have the cutest blades and bandaids in a little hello kitty storage box. My wardrobe is shirts and hoodies way too big, skinny jeans, and shorts that are way too short. I have the cutest kitchenware and nothing but water and diet soda in my fridge. My walls are filled with posters of groups and anime that I love. I couldn't have any of this when I lived with my parents. They said I was too girly and weird to even present as a boy. If I tried, they would yell at me and tell me how embarrassed they were to have me as a son, and sometimes they wouldn't feed me for days depending on how much of a fight i put up. So they dressed me up as a girl whenever we went out. Told everyone I was a girl. Even made me use the girls’ restroom. But I knew I was a boy and I wanted to be a boy. Honestly looking back on it, why treat me as a girl but refuse to buy me girly things? I guess because they knew I would like that so they refused to buy me anything at all. My mom was a beautiful woman and was a model before she had me, and my dad was a natural smooth talking businessman. They loved each other. Just not me. But none of that really matters now since I moved to leave that all behind. I like what they did to me honestly. I like how underweight I am. I like the pretty scars I gave myself. I like how pretty I am as a boy. I like that I never lost who I was as a person and still love the things I did back then. The only bad thing about me moving is that I'm happy now and don’t have a reason to use all my cute blades. I need someone to do it for me. Maybe I'll find someone at my language school to do it… or maybe they’ll call me a freak and beat me like they did in high school. Little did they know that I enjoyed it.
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