arianalikewoah
Watching my best friend being able to do everything I couldn't, everything I had always wanted to do, was never easy. He was everything I wasn't. He was everything I wanted to be.
At times, I was awful to him. He'd have to face my irrational anger, my jealousy, even hatred. Sometimes I would look at my best friend with pure rage and hate him because he was born a boy and I wasn't.