First, I LOST MY FUCKING PENS HOLY FUCK 100 USD IN PENS JESUS!!!!!! THREE YEARS I HAVE THESE THINGS AND THEN BAMN ONE STUPID BAG LATER.
Second, So today I go to Dasa Books and trade in two books. It is possible I lost my pens here. I don’t know. I go to the Doctor’s for my klinefelter’s results and I’m negative. He seems happy and cheerful this time. My chromosone is typically male he tells me. I was kinda ready for this, I was kinda 1/2 way expecting the hemaphrodite status, but it raises questions. Why did I grow up wanting to be a woman? Why was I beaten by my peers? Why did I have to kill off so much just to fit in? or did I? is masculinity the repression of emotion? Who am I as usual? Am I just a guy with OCD deluded into thinking the way he feels about women is different than other men? Why do I understand women and not guys? WHY DID I LOSE MY LAMY FOUNTAIN PENS????????? or did I? Did I just leave them at home? Why do I feel like I used to be a girl? I had resolved to learn my base lesson, that in some way I have destroyed myself, but what have I learned?
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