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Hi I'm Dominc, I've been here a while but I never was fully honest about myself. I am a transgender boy from a place called Albany Oregon and I am a Sophmore in high school. I realy like working with my hands, knitting, drawing, oh and pottery; how I love pottery, it's my favorite class. I have always used art as an outlet, even if I didn't realize it before. I struggle with clinical depression every day; survived one suicide attempt and almost made two more. I have suicidle thoughts almost every day even if I don't want to, but I always come back to my art and think about my best friend and how it would affect her. We've already seen what the deaths of four of our class mates has done to the community and I don't want the memory my life as that "girl that thought she was a boy killed herself", I want my memory to be "remeber that boy from high school that really liked pottery, yeah he passed away last week in a car crash, he had the bigges smile every time he finished his pieces". I know that's weird to say but that's how I feel. Sorry this was so long but I pretty you reading it.