DevinePoison

I wanted to be an adult. Big boobs, pretty clothes, high heels, married, a job, good friends; I got it all. I watched as boys paid attention to my chest but I got lucky and found one that wanted me for who I was. He saved me when I was at my lowest. We played games, attended comic cons and bought a house and a dog. I pursued my career I loved it, I loved the schooling, I had all the support in the world I passed with high grades and got a job soon after I learned a lot and pursued my goals. I loved who I worked with, I loved my job. I ditched my high heels and pretty clothes for work attire and tennis shoes, The emo kid who loved Adam Lambert, spikes and glitter disappeared. I forgot my love for Garrus Vakarian. I stopped drawing. I played less video games. I made spreadsheets to calculate savings, paid bills and wrote checks. I became an adult. I got another dog; she’s my baby. I got adult friends who had kids and we talked about our messy lives together. During covid I realized