I'm sometimes intensely jealous of every little detail that I missed, every moment, every thing that most females take for granted, because everytime I saw a girl do this or that I felt this inner anger burning inside and it killed me then, and obviously still does. At least from time to time. Just the romantic things, or the more simple, day to day stuff. This dress, that summer vacation, the music festival that I would've like to go to the way I really am.
I only hope to be able to do these things in the future, and get rid of the burden as well as purely enjoy myself to the fullest. And kick some ass in the meantime.