Dysphoric insomnia, it's been really bad for the past week or so.
I wish my night was going better. Thinking mostly about my day tomorrow, being my birthday and all, with my parents making plans for it that I don't really care about.
"Which movie do you want to see? Frozen, or Saving Mr. Banks?" I'm asked.
Neither, I say, I don't want to see a movie.
"Oh come on, you love movies!"
Not really. All I want is one day to be Willow, not him. And maybe some clothes and shoes. Not male clothes, though.