Hazel

I go to school with a very small group of children. I’ve never been much good at making friends, but recently I’ve made a friend group that consists, mainly, of boys my age. They are sweet, but I’m dying. Nothing I say is as funny as it would be if I was a man – I can’t stand their sexist jokes, they make me feel stupid and small, and I feel like if I say something I’ll be the buzzkill. I love them so much, but I hate how they can act. I just wish I was a man. Not because I’m not proud of being a woman, but because existing as a 15 year old girl is one of the most hopeless, exhausting, sickening experiences I’ve ever had. I’m always tired, I’m always angry, I’m always sad, and I think I wouldn’t be if I was a man.