|That One Story That Isn't Actually A Story At All
Author: Icy Irises PM
The stream-of-consciousness writings of a teenage girl who wishes she'd been born a dude.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,495 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 09-09-12 - Published: 09-02-12 - id: 3055298
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[Just for the record, I'm pretending that everything I put down is unable to be erased, for accuracy of my thoughts. This, of course, excludes spelling mistakes and stuff that doesn't make sense the first go around.]
You should be glad I dragged myself from my bed to type this. Actually, I don't know which one of us is more grateful. You're only looking for something interesting to read and I'm only looking for someone to hear it. That's all I want, is someone to hear me.
Let me tell you who I am:
I am female. My name is Kelsey. However, I am sometimes male. Then I'm Matt.
I am interested in guys, unless I'm Matt, in which case I'm interested in girls.
Talking about this is even confusing to me. So, here's some more.
I'm seventeen. Senior in high school, regretting my laziness. In past school years, I mean. I live with a single Mom who has a boyfriend named Jeff. Sometimes, I resent them. I used to have a boyfriend. I broke up with him a few days ago. I need to get my future in order, so to speak.
I have blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders, in waves. It used to be more curly, but the perm has faded. I wear bangs. I have brown eyes.
I'm left-handed. I wear a green and gold class ring on the ring finger of my right hand. Green and gold are my school's colors.
I like anime. I like video games. I recently tried out for and actually got into our school's improv group. Still scared shitless of that, by the way.
I barely have any friends. My best are considered my friend Jessica and my ex-boyfriend, who shall be unnamed. When I'm Kelsey, I fight with Jessica. When I'm Matt, I love her.
I write to get my feelings out. I roleplay to do the same. This is the reason I'm writing to whomever will read – I need for my feelings to be heard by someone.
I am selfish and irresponsible and dishonest. I resent people for small reasons and I am a hypocrite. I am also kind, friendly and will never tell a secret. It's true – I haven't ever told anyone's secret. Really, that isn't hard to do, so it shouldn't be so surprising.
I play pretend to escape my reality. Yes, pretend. I put on an iPod and just go. I'm defeating Heartless, killing Stalfos, kissing guys, kissing girls, saving guys, saving girls, hurting them, loving them, anything, really.
Now, then. The rest will be filled in as needed and as I go. Thanks for reading the first entry.