Azmych's Rival.

The Path.

Who are you?

I've been asking that same question.

How can you not know who you are, dimwit.

Its.. Complicated.

I'm not a dunce, I can understand it.

Its only something I can make sense of.. but I can't.

Why not?

The very existence of it has me questioning every part of my life.

Let me make it plain and simple for you! You're a handsome young ma-

Don't call me by that.

Handsome?

Man.

Man?

Yeah.. I guess-

Okay.. I guess you're a handsome young bo-

Just.. Don't refer to me as male at all.

Huh? Are you not a man? Do you not have the facilities? The chromosomes?

Those make me Male. Not a Man.

What's the difference?

One is Biological, so Sex. The other is a Social Construct, hence, Gender.

So you are born a male, but don't like being called one?

I know I'm a Male. I'll always be a Male. I don't like being called a man.

So you're a woman?

No..

So you're neither?

No.

Okay, so what are you?

I don't.. know.

How can you not know?

I like being called a woman.. I love it infact. I love it when I get called Wife, or Girl, or when people think I am one.

So, you're a woman. Plain and simple.

But.. what if I'm wrong?

How can you be wrong?

What if I'm just being delusional, or I'm an Autogynephile, or-

You like being called a woman. You are a woman. Boom.

No, not 'boom.'

What're you confused about?

I Don't Fucking Know.

You really don't know anything, huh?

...

You don't even know how to reply?

...

God, you are helpless.

I know.
Why can't I be like other people?
Why can't I be happy?
Why do I tug and turn at night, praying I wake up in another body?
Why do I look in the mirror, and see nothing?

Why.. Why.. Why..

Why does she know who she is?
Why does he know who he is?
Why do they know who they are?
Why am I the odd fucking one out?
Why am I so insecure..
Why.. am I..
Why...
Why am I me?

I could be Kelina, or Kai.
Maybe Michael, or Michelle.
Maybe Sam, or.. Sam?
Maybe.. I could be happy.

I'm insane.. aren't I?
Hello?
I guess.. I'm alone again.

With my own thoughts.
Even Azmych is scared of my confusion.

That, I am.

Why?

You seem to be asking a lot of 'Why's.

Of course I would.. I'm me.

Who's 'Me?'

I don't.. know.

I wish I did.