Oh, Lily...
Lily.
That's a beautiful name, you know. You deserve to hear it.
I wasn't sure that I would be strong enough to read to the end. The topic is difficult and big blocks of text scare me. I'm glad I tried. Your words are
electrifying. You just pulled off a very difficult stream-of-consciousness style which no sane writer tries.
(Well, yes, there are some crazy writers who can do it. And some who can't.)
You're brave, Lily. You are so amazingly, impossibly brave, but you probably can't see it. Let me show you. I've had digestive problems most of my life, with pretty intense intestinal cramps, nausea, the works. I figure most people have experienced this sort of thing at least once with food poisoning or a contagious bug. In short: guts can really
hurt, and I'm sure that thought crossed your mind.
Lily, you kept living.
Life is the ultimate act of defiance. Now, your legend isn't a famous one and maybe it never will be, but it isn't the
fame that makes a heroine but her virtue. Your courage. It reminds me of a tiny, true legend I heard a couple years ago.
QuoteOne day last winter, I pulled on my boots, buttoned up my coat and went out into the snow to fill the birdfeeder. We kept the seed in a large bucket in the garage and when I went to scoop some out to carry to the feeder, I noticed that the supply was running low. It was dark in the garage and even darker in the bottom of the bucket. I tipped the bucket a little and was startled to hear a faint skittering noise inside. I looked in...a brown field mouse was trapped down at the bottom of the bucket! My first surprised thought was "eek!", quickly followed by "awwww, cute! mousie!" And as I squatted down next to the bucket to get a better look at my new furry friend...
...the mouse growled at me.
It was a small sound, barely audible, and if the world hadn't been so hushed and muffled under its thick blanket of snow, I might not have heard it. I went very still, holding my breath – I heard it again.
Trapped in the bucket and cornered by a large seemingly menacing creature, the tiny mouse, somehow realizing that flight was impossible, decided to fight for its life.
I was so impressed by the mouse's bravery that when I helped it get free, I left it a big pile of seeds on the garage floor and wished it luck.
You're that mouse, Lily. You won't be able to win every fight. People are still going to be horrible and let a little bit of confusion and discomfort on their part justify their words and actions. But
don't you ever think you're not brave enough to try.
You're going to make things better.
Lily, do you know why I keep using your name? (I do hope it's your name...) Because you haven't heard it nearly enough. I used to get really bad moments of depersonalization, when I was surprised to remember who I am. I imagine you feel something like that every time someone uses your given name. That's why.
The next few days are going to be very hard. When word of your suicide attempt gets out, all hell will break loose. Kids are going to be incredibly cruel. (At your age, people are the cruelest they will ever be.) You will need every scrap of courage you have and every crumb of kindness you can get.
They will call you names. Manipulate them. Being crazy has it's privileges, see, and if they're going to call you names, they should at least call you yours.
All it should take is, "My name is Lily," quiet yet stubborn. Your friends and allies - anyone who's not a total jerk, actually - deserve a bit more of an explanation. That it makes you happy to hear it, and you need all the little kindness you can get. It would make you even happier if they could say "Her name is Lily." But if they can't because of what people would think, you understand.
Quote from: Lilyyy on August 21, 2013, 11:10:11 PM
i wanna be a girl
No. You already
are a girl. It's not your fault you've missed out on the lessons or that no one's helped you understand what that means. It's not your fault you've let them get to you and make you doubt who you are.
Boys don't consider killing themselves for being boys. Also, I don't get this attached to guys.
To be clear, I prefer to be really open with my feelings for people. I'm obsessed with you at the moment, but it's because you're pushing my "big brother must protect little sister" buttons.
Quotei feel worthless when i'm not in a relationship. ...
NO.
Once more, so that I'm clear: NO.
"I want to belong to someone else." "I want a girlfriend." No one specific? Okay, I know you're young and all, but that is not how love works. Because, and this is very important, nobody wants to be "the girlfriend" or "the boyfriend." If you try to turn a real human being into abstract dressing for your psychic wounds, one of two things will happen:
- against all odds, you fall in love with the real person. They're not what you thought you wanted, but it's okay because love
- far more likely, they will figure it out and either reject you or use you. You both deserve better.
Both sexes are similar in...
wanting sex, but otherwise (romantically, interpersonally) very different. Usually. Says the genderqueer guy.

(Physical differences are nothing in comparison.)
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got no friends
Well, and this is my advice for romance as well (only because I can only get attracted to my friends), there are people out there who
need you. You might not know who they are yet, but there are. So get looking.
And when you need kindness (everyone needs kindness) ask for it.
You're okay, Lily. There's nowhere to go now but up.