Some kid at school asked me if I was gay. I started making dying seal noises and he quickly walked away.
I’m an ace of spades, that’s who I am. Most likely an aromantic one, too. Or hetero-romantic, depending on the situation.
Actually, don’t know if I should tell this to anyone… but enough with hiding – I’m not a boy. Not really, anyway. I’m an intersex person – meaning I was born as neither a boy nor a girl. It happens once in 1,500 births and, I must say, is quite inconvenient.
Now, as some of you might think, I am not transgender. I feel like a boy, but I’m actually neither. That might be the reason I’m ace.
Today was fine, I guess. I was cuddling with Chinchilla after school and eating sweets. Then I just had a few cups of tea and a LOT of chocolate. And mints. And a milkshake. And then I fell asleep, and when I woke up I started this blog. Fortunately, I did all my homework on the bus, so I guess I can have some more sweet things.
Oh, and Amy went to her friend’s house. She had been here for, what, a month? – and already made a gazillion friends. I’ve been living here for 16 years and only have Peeve, Chili, and maybe, just maybe – Amy.
That’s it, I think. I’ll write something else if there’s anything to write.