I hate this life. I hate being a woman. I’ve always been different from other girls. The idea of sex disgusts me. I don’t know what I am. I think everything just would have turned out better if I were born male, but there’s no use in even wishing. I’m anorexic, people tell me that I look sick whenever I go out, which is why I don’t do it often. I’ve tried gaining weight, but it’s hard. Most of the time I’d rather just die. People don’t understand why I have so much trouble, I have it so good.