Ones I could have taken up when I was 8, just to cut ties with family and live alone. To end the bullying and abuse, and to be able to buy my own drinks and body wash. Anything, to be able to drink juice or water when I was dehydrated. To be clean, comfortable, and free to express myself without being bullied by family, friends, and teachers. A life where I could wear a black shirt with pink polka dots that cost about $7 at a cheap clothing store without being berated by every school staff member for being spoiled and rich, being guilt tripped for frivolous spending when homeless people exist and could have used that $7 on food, that I spent on myself for an unimportant unnecessary want; and being bullied by family for trying to look grown or fancy, overstepping my place in society as a stinky dirty [r word]; and being bullied by my friends for being feminine in a society where no man will be impressed, and wasting so much money on being unattractive to the common man.

If it meant I’d be called another name, and I had a place to live on my own, I would gladly have taken up a job at 8 years old where I’m no longer a burden on family, and the emotional punching bag of hundreds of people including family. Either a job or euthanasia to save me from childhood.