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I just spent
3 or 4 intense hours talking about shit.

I won't say who with; I'll just say that we talked of death, the lives we hate living, and the BIG FUCKING SUBJECT I'M OBSESSED WITH.

I won't go in to more details. I'm still very wiped by the experience; I really thought I was going to lose a friend tonight.

I thought I was going to have to go on, not knowing.

Kah-ri: called her late; didn't matter, because she was busy all day, anyway. She seems satisfied that I'm not freaking out like a motherfucker anymore.

Friday? Is that really when this shit started?

I guess it was.

Since Friday, I've been on a whirlwind mission to "find myself". Debating, justifying; demanding I find reasons to explain my idea.

The idea that I don't actually HAVE to be a woman.

Eegah; my sister may be reading this journal. What the royal fuck must she think of this?

Am I rational enough, or does this just seem like more insanity?

Does this seem fucking creepy?

Even better: could she ever accept me.. as a.. brother?

I feel weird. I would no longer be Aunty; I would be Uncky. Uncky Nutbar.

Maybe that's who I am.

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