That might seem dramatic. My mind is all sluggish and clogged, probably because it’s 12:30 right now. I don’t anywhere. Maybe I’ll try elsewhere and see if I can be born with the correct body, ya know?
This flesh cage, I can’t live in it. It’s draining to see foreign objects on your chest and nothing between your legs. Why do I have curvy hips. They don’t belong there. They need to go. Maybe I’ll slice those chest tumors off.
There are boys all around with their own sets of problems. I shouldn’t be jealous, but hell, I am jealous. I’m jealous because they’re accepted as boys and men. To some people I’m a…don’t wanna say it.
14 years in this odd fucked up body
Either live a lie or don’t live at all
Try my luck elsewhere
Have fun and eat some carrots
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It might be a lie, but the lie can become so complex others will start seeing it as the truth. Maybe one day you will see it as the truth and forget it once was a lie.
Wise
Maybe you are trans or genderqueer. You are not alone