I feel sorry for the happy people who don't know what it's like because some of them want so badly to understand and help but I know that they never, ever will no matter how much I try to explain to them and that is why I feel so isolated. Because no one will ever, ever understand who I am or what it is like to have a brain that hates its body in the same way mine does. I cannot wait for that one person who does know and does the exact right thing at the exact right time and will always make the pain bearable. Just bearable that I can live happily with it but not so good that I will forget that part of me, because that part of me can help. I hope
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Look like a girl, act like a lady, think like a man, work like a boss. Or on the other hand I could stay at home in my pyjamas eating crisps and go on opuss. :D
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