"I'm tired..."
"Oh okay. Just make sure you get a good rest tonight" kid who actually cares abt me and my mental health.

...Of all the bullying. And harrasment. And name calling. And slurs. And being told to kill myself. Because I exist. And I'm different. And my hair is blue. And I'm myself. And not a cishet.

I'd say I'm happier as an lgbtq+ person than as a cishet. But I'm not. I've faced more bullying, mental illnesses (most prominently, depression) and harassment since I've come out than ever.

I didn't lie when I said I was tired. I just didn't explain the whole truth.

Edit: 

You know it's getting bad when you're going back to an addiction you swore you'd never see again.