Back when I studied serial killer, I knew a girl that would later influence one of poem at one point, that basically had this really shitty father. I mean really shitty father. Microwave your pet cat shitty father.
I knew some really really broken birds. Breaks my heart. It makes since she became very man fearing. Poor thing.
Oh but get this, when I didn't consider myself a girl, she still felt more comfortable around me than someone like her should for someone apparently male.
It was only later it turned out I'm female. I even told her this. I think she became even closer to me. I told her indirectly though, it was like on some level she kind of knew.
I've been that way with lesbians a lot.
If you're a broken bird like that, please get help. But know you are loved. And you don't deserve shit like that father.
I think every one in "The Clit" were emotionally broken. It was my friendship with these people that influenced my outcast community in NashChat in Meadow Of Gold.
Gummy bear, one of the girls I knew in school in Murfreesboro was so fucking cute. It's kind of sad she got some STD though.
I really really miss Meagan Brown though. I just hope she didn't do something stupid like murder someone. I worry about her. I know it was like 11 years ago, but it still breaks my heart.
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