So, I'm standing in my bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. Nothing else, just me. (I was naked; about to take the shower) I wasn't happy. At all. I cover my boobs, so it looks like I don't have any. I'm way happier with that reflection.
I feel like and want to be a boy. I feel I should of been a boy and should live a boy. But, I like being a girl. I like my long hair, and my makeup, and my clothing and everything. But I want and should be a boy. And I'm really confused about it. Why do I want to be a boy yet like being a girl? That's where my confusion settles in.
And to make things worse, the only person who supports me is 5soslover0880. Not even my own mother will love me if I tell her. Which makes things soooo sucky.
I just wanted to get that off my chest. Or should I say, no chest.
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Short StoryI wanted to jot down my random thoughts. That is exactly that this is. It is a completely random story about what I think, why I think, and how fuc*ing Emo I am. Fun!
