I guarantee you, if I talked to myself as a child and we both held a conversation, they would want to shoot themselves afterwards. I hate looking in the mirror to see guy, I don’t see myself, I see a stranger, my childhood self would be devastated by the fact I still haven’t figured anything out. My gender, who I want, any of that. To be honest I see a failure. But who cares anyway, I was born with male parts so I guess I gotta stop being such a little bitch and thug it out because fuck me, I might deadass pull a Russel Westbrook and retire early because my feelings don’t matter.
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