[Justine DeLaCroix]

Bad day. I feel like a freak and I don't know if I can go on like this.
Wha can't people accept me for who I'm?
I'm neither a pervert nor some kind of monster, so why do they treat me like one?
Why do mothers whisper and point at me?
What makes me so different from other people who don't fit their way of thinking?
I didn't choose to be what I'm, I just am what I'm. A human being, no matter what I look like and no matter what my gender is.
Yes I'm damn tall and at the moment am trapped between two worlds.
I hate it, I hate this so much and again I ask why?
I don't know if I can stand this suffering any longer.
Cause no matter what I do, the pain is always there.
Living in hiding, can't stand the masquerade.
But my work place won't truly understand, so I still live part time.
But I's getting harder to hide and I will have to talk to my bosses and tell what's going on.
So being the true me part time, feel better until I go outside and then the suffering starts again.
So I go back into hiding, my place, safe place with like minded people.
But I don't want to hide.
Fuck thsoe damn sheeple. I hate this, why do they have so much power over me? Why can one incident seemingly destroy weeks of happiness and giddyness?
I was so happy, when I felt my that my breast where growning, when I touched flesh and skin, where a few weeks ago neither skin nor flesh could be felt.
Why do I feel so fucked up right now, a freak of nature, who was punished by being born in the wrong body.
Why was I cursed by nature and grew into this damn tall male, with hair and muscles in all the wrong places.
I HATE THIS!!!!