So here I am, an eighteen year old boy on a website designed for sad teenage girls and I’m expected to talk about the “perks” of being me? Okay fine if it will keep her happy and I’ll be able to come out more often then FINE I’ll write! Hm some perks? Well, I had a milkshake last night so that’s cool or whatever. Man I don’t think I can sit here and pretend there are perks to being myself. I can’t even be myself! I’m 18 and a boy and I’m trapped in a woman’s body, let me tell you going to the bathroom and reaching for your cock only to find you don’t have one is not a perk. Going to clubs and bringing the hottest guy in there home only to realize I can’t fuck him is not a perk. I came in last night because this crazy ***** had a melt down and needed me to man the ship for a bit, but she really had the nerve to his her wallet. Like why?! I’m not Ellie. I’m not going to order a large pizza or go roller skating. Uggggh okay satisfied?! I wrote a journal entry in the World Wide Web so everyone can experience our crazy and those who don’t understand it are sure to discredit it. This isn’t a good idea I just hope Elizabeth wakes up and sees it for what it is.
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