I'm at wit's end. My wig's a frayed mess, it's thinning out, I've been wrote up yet again for my hair, I haven't had time to dress in what feels like an eternity, I can't get my body hair under control, and I'm just...I can't take this anymore. I'm ready to just throw everything out and say to hell with it. If the world wants so badly to stop me, then fine. I'll relent. I'll be the man it would rather see me as.
...I suppose the fact that I'm posting here means that I don't -actually- want that, but...I just don't know where else to turn. I feel like nobody understands me.