The kind of day I was having was the kind of day that makes one think about the sweet, sweet release of death. Being woken up early by a younger sibling, I had to get her ready for school and then take myself to school. Most people at school don’t know me, really. I mean, I party with them and whatever else, but hardly any of them use the right pronouns for me. There are a few close friends that do, which I appreciate, but the few don’t make up for all those that don’t.
Pronouns are something v