It's all in the title. She's fuckin' dead. I don't even know how she died, all I knew was her name and the fact she lived right next to me. She was transfem, and I know average life expectancy for trans women is significantly lower than cis women. Not that I want to entertain the thought she died from lack of resources, suicide, hate crime, or anything else that has to do with the fact she was trans. But the fact she's dead has been really fucking up how I'm doing in college right now. It kinda feels like being queer is inherently suffering. I just wish I had the courage to talk to her before she died. Maybe ask if she was single, if she wanted to go out with me, instead of just letting her walk around campus without a word.
A Girl I Liked Died