that I want to be a man. Why? From a biological standpoint it's completely ridiculous. And yet I do feel this way. How are people like us made? How do we fit with anything else in the universe?
Sometimes I don't feel like I'm even a real person, but just two halves of two different puzzles, soul and body, that will never fit together no matter how hard I try. I tried to force one half to conform, and I even have the scars to prove it. Why is it like this? Nothing makes any sense.
-Aaron, who may or may not need a lot more sleep. >.<