he cannot leave the wounds to heal. he feels the need to poke at them and make them bleed again and again. no matter how much pain he is in, how much puss comes out, he just feels the need to make it worse. one day he will die doing something simple, somehow end up with some rare disease or accidentally hanging himself or something equally as foolish. then again he may just die in a car accident caused by staring at pretty girls on the sidewalk and not at the road...
sometimes he forgets he was born a she. it just seems so natural to be a he that he doesn't really get why the rest of the world doesn't see him that way. and then he has a girly day and it all gets more confusing than he ever thought possible. he is a she who feels like a drag queen, only less fabulous, and not quite so beautiful. a lot of the time he just chills in his male mindset.
another old flame greets him. she spent months turning people against him, breaking him down, and now that time has passed she carries on as if nothing had happened, like they had just spent time apart, not fallen out. he has to wonder, does she still feel anything? after all this time, after all these others, where do they stand? they spend hours just talking and catching up. it's amazing how much he still feels he knows her after all this time. she's grown up, he's grown up, and they are still so much alike.
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