dear diary or any of those corny entrances for white humans.

today, our teacher was speaking about the importance of a world without discrimination and a bunch of inclusive stuff that I slept through

they talked about common misconceptions and stereotypes and a bunch of stuff that i already know about, irrational fear, it felt horrible to skim through, for some reason.

my school has been trying to be more inclusive, though!

they added one of those cat boxes full of sand because they knew i was coming to school, i am one of the only people like me in this town in general, so, while i think it's kind of cute that they are at least seemingly trying to help me, i think this is fucking stupid.

i am not special, until i am.

the same guy from yesterday told me about this new law that forces schools to accept freaks like me as long as our freak identification piece of plastic says we're mentally human enough to not be in a zoo.

this id card, to me, is a reminder of what i am, and how different i am, and how different i don't want to be.

my parents tell me I'm beautiful this way but I just feel like a pet, that somehow i'm god's "gift to humanity."

that this

"gift to humanity"

has specific special rights attached to this piece of plastic with a paw on it.

it's mocking me, i want to tear it to shreds, i want to tear it to shreds like a rabid dog, feed into the stereotype, do it in front of everyone, rationalize the irrational fear.

i should end it all, and one day, one day I might.

- MS. ANIMAL, C.