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Why is this happening? Why won't it just stop? Why can't I stop feeling this way?
Because you're just a stupid little girl who's faking it for attention, to be different!
No! No I'm not! This is how I feel and who I am! Looking into the mirror I see a stranger staring back, not even recognizing my self again.
"Huh, I just wish it would all go away so I can just be me" I force myself to look away from my reflection knowing it would just depress me more than I already am. "Time to face a new day" I stride determined to the closet ready to put my battle suit on.
I hesitate at the chest of drawers, knowing that to feel myself I have to put on the dreaded thing! But, I think with a sigh, its the only way I feel comfortable within myself, even though its the most uncomfortable thing in the world. *Sigh* Best get it over with.
Struggling into the blasted item of clothing, I feel better even with the restricted breathing. One item down, one to go.
Grabbing my underwear, I step in and insert the only comfortable item I own to feel myself inside the opening in the front of the trunks. I breath a sigh of relief, even though I've only been without it about five minutes while I was in the shower, I still feel its absence when i'm not wearing it.
Finally feeling at least a little bit on the outside as I do on the inside, I proceed to get the rest of my clothing in order. Putting on my shirt I relax fully now that the binder is out of sight and I look at least like a normal man.
Dressing fully, I retrieve my briefcase and umbrella and step out to face the world once more.