by hollyglow » Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:04 am


Hi, I'm Montana. I'm twenty years old. I'm in the dear no one couple. I would hope that I don't need to tell you my gender, although I will tell you that I'm heterosexexual. Obviously, I haven't got a love life. It becomes a bit irrelevant. I mean, yeah, some of my friends are guys, but that doesn't mean I'm dating them! Besides, contrary to past beliefs, a girl does not need a boyfriend to make something of herself. I can live my life perfectly well without some stupid head guy stumbling through it. And no, that does not mean I'm some brat who thinks she can do everything by herself. I'll accept help when I need it.
A mother holds a tiny child in her arms. Less than a month old, from the look of it. But her face is anything but happy. Tired, sad, hopeless. But not happy. Soon, there's a funeral. Four miscarriages later, she's ready to give up. She's forty three years old now. Yet at a family reunion, her young niece comes to her with a child, asking if she'll adopt her. She cannot take care of the girl after the father died in a car accident, but wants to be part of her life. The woman accepts happily. The child grows up, always knowing she was adopted. Although her parents loved her as their own and gave her everything, she felt like a consolation prize. The last kitten in the box. The participation award. But knowing how her parents had struggled, she says nothing. She gets good grades in school. She learns how to play the guitar. Then her father dies from cancer. The last time she saw him, he told her "Be strong. Some people will always think that boys are better than girls, but you can prove them wrong." The advice confused her at first, because in her mind she'd always been equal to any boy. But then she remembered in sixth grade when she'd tried to join a group of boys playing a game. They'd refused, saying it was a boys only game. The last time she ever wears a dress is at her fathers funeral.
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Hi! I'm Erin/Eren/Aaron. Um.
Not sure what else to put here...I
guess, I'm kinda an average
teen...ask my pronouns, please.
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to die for lack of love is horrible.
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the asphyxia of the soul.
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