Dysphoric or Uncomfortable?

I need to talk. Seriously, this is killing me.

I think I might be gender fluid. Sometimes I love my body, and everything about it, and sometimes, I just want to cover it up with baggy clothes and pretend to be a boy. For instance, now I'm sitting here in baggy pyjama bottoms and an equally baggy hoodie, wishing to cover up... certain things... about myself.

But yesterday, I was wearing tight-fitting jeans and an equally tight top because hey - I like the way this goes.

Do you guys have any idea what this is about? I feel so wrong and confused...

Peace out,
- Anonymous Bisexual (Genderfluid?)

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Why Homework? Why????

Hello my friends! I have something horrible to talk to you about. Yes, the mood killer, my one true nemesis, the constant pain in a world of laughter. Homewor- I can't even type it without gagging! Sometimes, I wish that my homework was related to my ships or fangirling, because then I'd be the best of the best. Bandoms, fandoms, slashes, and so much more! But seriously, this is how much I love you guys. I'm forfeiting homework so I can write this stuff. If I end up homeless and jobless and am found frozen in a sleeping bag under a bridge, its your fault! I suppose it would be fair to tell you my age, so you don't get confuddles while I ramble on and on about my life. I am thirteen years old, with the mind and innocence of a 25-year-old porn star. Fuck yeah! Gotta go, but this was nice. Fuck ya later!

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