I told my mom I want to be a boy:
*after an hour of arguing with myself* "Mom?"
"What?"
"Um...nevermind...." -_-
*few minutes of getting me to talk again*
"I............ want............ to.......... be......... a.......... boy.........."
".......Why?"
o_o "Well, because I just... I've wanted to be a boy for years... and I just do." I couldn't think...
So she believes me, that I think I want to be a boy. At least she doesn't think I'm being rebellious.
I'm happy, hyper, relieved, a little sad that she doesn't understand that I'm serious and determined, and tired at the same time. I need to lay down, I just used up 10 years of my life in an hour XP