My heart goes out to those having trouble passing.
Me, I don't really see myself having trouble in the same way. You see, I have always been the sort, if you don't like it, [insert particularly nasty reply here]. I'm no one's doormat. I don't bite like a rottweiler more like a Nile crocodile.
My hell is internal. I am having trouble with parts of 'me'. Me on the inside.
I made the switch, I stopped being the fake I wasn't. I became the me I am. I'm not Leslie Robert, and there is no point expecting him to come back.
But I am full of his clutter, his crap, all of his annoying programming. And I can't remove it like a pair of pants.
Leslie was always very nasty, always easy to be very dark. I think he spent too much time learning too many dark truths.
He was a hateful person. I'm glad he's gone. But he's made a mess of my mind. He didn't take his crap with him.
Too much of what he spent his time on, well a lot of it is heavy on the soul.
I am so stressed out, and I am also so worried that I might want to be female too much for those around me.
There's a reason there are almost no girls in wargaming.
Tbere's a reason most girls in role gaming are less prone to mindlessly killing things the way the boys are.
There are so many things I wish I could uninstall from my mind right now.
Half the time, when I look in the mirror, I am not seeing the outside, I'm seeing the inside.
