I might be having a identity crisis. I don't know who I am anymore. Am I a boy? A girl? A animal? Human? Bug? Item?
WHAT THE FUCK AM I?
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I don't want to be a girl. It's so fucking painful every single fucking day, and I hate boobs. I have like huge tits- and it fucking SUCKS. ASS. I'm so goddamn hot all the fucking time, and people stare at them like fucking dollar bills. I fucking HATE IT. WHY DO THEY STARE. AND THEY STARE AT MY ASS TOO.. I FUCKING HATE IT. IT MAKES ME SO UNCOMFORTABLE. EVEN MORE SO BECAUSE ONE OF THE BOYS TRIED TO PIN ME AGAINST THE BATHROOM WALL. I fucking hate that kid. I didn't tell anyone though. It was just 'male urges' as my dad says. Which I guess is okay.. You can't control your actions so well if it's a urge. But I still managed to get away. Although I would do a lot of stuff just to make others happy, IM NOT FUCKING COMFORTABLE WITH THAT...

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Vent (Will Always Keep Going..)
Non-FictionThis is mostly a thing for myself so I can vent and just get my anxiety down a bit! So you don't have to leave comments or anything, Thank you! :3