You mean something, still, always
I think of you most on tough days
Anhedonia and dysphoria and the loneliness… the isolation…
Days when personal heroics seem unimpressive, self-acceptance inadequate
I wish you had been loved!
I too want that love;
Self-love is not enough:
Humans need human love (an artful amnesiac once told me that),
And the world still needs fixing
What a mess we’re in,
Don’t we know it Leelah
ps. you are missed by people who didn’t even know you – but we do… and we love you, beautiful girl.